NUMBER (N)INE
Roy French
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Aint got no friends but these dead guys When Im countin I talk to myself All that I saw was the led fly Then his soul left right out his shelf Number nine that was firearm And it also the pants on the belt He just got out doing fed time Shit He musta tricked on himself Dropping this shit on a deadline when I do you gon need you some help She got a skinny thin waistline but them hips bust right out of the belt I shoot my shot ima bust mine 223 holes in you you tryna touch mine I Do all this shit for my lil one Tryna stop what I do you getting cut down Bussin out the tv Racks keep busting out the CC's You a earthling ling Im out of this world like et litty at the fefe She tryna give me kitty at the fefe Keep it on the Lolo 3.5 in te leaf leaf Finna go stupid, Nigga go dumb, go crazy She aint even tell me So how would I know if thats yo lady Fuckin off 80 I'll make it back in AM Niggas they aint me Bussin off perch she antsy
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