Lyrics:
Fincher
Never talk 'bout Fight Club, bitch I'm Tyler Durden (Yeah)
Blow up a skyscraper, no 9/11 (Woah)
Fuck around with me and you gon' lie in yo death bed
don't like
You called me
Just like 9/11
Every time I knocked you down
I went to heaven
Maintained the pussy
Something like a rookie
Mission accomplished
above 125 I'm on the freeway
You never die if you're a legend
I paint pictures like Van Gogh
I'm from the city of 9/11
So of course it's gotta blow
Yea
paliza pa' los risa dan, aterriza man
Si sigo volando un segundo 9/11 te esclavizará
Así de fácil ¿te lo explico con tiza man?
Si eres un animal mi estilo
90MPH in the highway
Fucked the bitch and gave her nut you kissed the bitch and bought her flowers
Dropping bangers back to back 9/11 twin towers
First
beat my ass, I need nine, 9/11
They threw my ass through the back door
They took all my cash flow
Punched me in the chest and kicked me in
An evil so deep seeded no matter how many share with them
It seems to me that never will this era end
Remember the Alamo, never forget 9/11
You tell me
the 9/11 bombing
Miss me with conspiracies
Gods been more real to me than the Big Bang theory
So what you got to say to me?
You ain't got no words to say
ruthless
Careers burn like 9/11 (Kaboom)
I rep the motherfucking 107 (77)
But this shit ain't cringe like Devin
Smoke up weed shit feels like Heaven (I'm
an election
And It all fell apart on 9/11
And soon the bombs where a falling on Afghanastan
And downtown Baghdad again,
Wanted dead or alive Saddam, and I
at my mouth, it's going to need some soap
I'm drowning in swag, throw me a rope
Shoot dope or worship god, do whatever makes you happy
On 9/11 never
like 9/11
Malcolm X to the Z, landin' on them like Plymouth Rock
You get knocked out, get socked in your fuckin' mouth
Now e'rybody know the business,
I would rather have ten 9/11s
Then go back to the 217
I hate that shit and it hate me
Most importantly, fuck Holy Family
Met a bitch on Decatur
Honeyxbun on the beat like
Gyatdamn
Honeyxbun get the vibes right
No 9/11 but
He blew my back up
You don't know our name well
That gives me bad luck
gone, gone
Wake up in the morning, get high, cause I gotta get right
There's smoke in New York & it looks like it's 9/11
Yeah
My body numb, my heart
and switch up my levels
Everyday and night I'm married to the hustle
Cos no one knows none about the struggles
I will remember it like 9/11
When the whole
towers
I was going home
This is why 9/11 was so tragic
I'm bout to take throne
Always see those lights flashing
Flashing lights, she want make a million
heaven
Bastards, we should have stopped paying taxes after 9/11
Since we clearly wasn't paying for protection
Now we're forced to reckon with it, quick
if I cannot have it
I'm fucking, she trembling, like 9/11
Length of my dick by an inch is 1 one higher than 11
Sit in her cervix, she feel that ride up
The spirit of New York died on 9/11
Just to bring it back, I'm hittin' JFK to fly to heaven
I found paradise on Costa Rican shores
While all these little
it to heaven
We cause problems 9/11
Shootin these crabs gotta lucky 7
Swear my clan we hella wreckless
Bought some weed came straight from texas
When I
the backseat, fully loaded, red dot, plus them mac 11's
Backwoods, I get too high
Higher than the gods, but I aint goin' to heaven
Fuck ya twin up, Like it's 9/11
a different man
Would've thought it was 9/11 again these niggas won't let me land
My nigga just swiped that Covid line, that shit isn't Comic Stans
These niggas
the building, but not 9/11
Man I should cop a drop top 911
Just to really piss them boys off
I'm used to pushing hot wheels like them toy cars
One of the best
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