Lyrics:
on me wit' a stick
He could not function he a bitch
He can flex on the gram wit' a gun, but that's not his blick
He a certified bitch
He a certified bitch
You can't hang with us you not a member
We be on the block like a center
The only one way you'll see me is by pictures
You know ima Certified Dripper
didn't ask to be assembled on your mattress
Connected contact certified by the madness
But
Leave the light on
Dimmed caramel hues
Small berry
lying for
To get high that's what these
Junkies do these lines for
Look I can cook it by myself
And make a 9 blow thousand for a ounce
But you can get it
Counting by nines
Counting by nines
Now you start with the number nine, and as you go along
Jump nine numbers, and practice this song
Here's a neat
Burn, burn, bilen lukter mørn. Alt du ser inni er en sky. ingen sjofør. Burn, bilen lukter mørn. Stopper ikke for noe politi. Bare kjør. Jeg var certified
Been exposed to this shit so long it made me a mutant
In my factory set diamonds and my bezels are fluted
Two piece and my nine that's suited
I'm a certified stunner
Surrounded by murderers
TEC-9 runners and pistol
Packing homicide gunners
Coka Nostradamus, holy rollers
Exploding martyrs
We
Came with options got a choice
Now I'm rollin' like the Royce
Five'nine"
She a certified dime, yeah
We gettin' lost in the noise
Now we coppin' lots
Action able were you scared, beware
Lost in the pleasure of such ersatz humanity
In the lair of the white witch snare
Pleasure at some soft point by
the seven who never got to heavn
Eight by eight, eight for the eight that stood at the gate
Nine by nine, nine for the nine that dressed so fine
Ten by
I'm certified in this shit, I can stamp that
Ring around the Rosie , spend this money and we get it back
I was fucked up, Khalil Mack, I went and got
ayy (Ayy ayy)
Ap scoring them shots like I'm ad (Ad)
Spin wit the glocks yeah we aiming (Aiming)
Niggas they die by the daily
Ayy ayyy
Ak come wit
Get by how I get by most niggas die
Be they own demise
When I gotta walk down this cold road
I'm a to check it twice
I got people whole time still
and downhearted I took to cloud nine,
I'm doin' fine, up here on cloud nine.
Listen one more time I'm doin' fine, up here on cloud nine.
Folks down there tell me,
ahead hit me with them fucking headlights
I'm so free misconstrued by you
Certified Lover Boy
Keeps lettin em in
When will he ever man, ever
Learn his
situation
I guess my problems not with my plug
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Now there's a sunset by the lake
And she's been trying to say we day ones, no
But I ain't
can tell your obsessed, by your shortness of breath.
Ooh, my cookie monster wants a taste test.
Be a good boy, and I'll show you the rest
My little
at a certified P.F.L.
You want to be like me? I don't think you can
Your girlfriend loves you, need to be her man
She never told you how she was a Too Short fan
and downhearted I took to cloud nine,
I'm doin' fine, up here on cloud nine.
Listen one more time I'm doin' fine, up here on cloud nine.
Folks down there tell me,
just can't wait.
I'll start to grow and I just can't wait.
Nine is weird as it can be
My brother's nine and he picks on me
But I just can't wait
I'mma worldstar certified world star
Hop out the coogi car
Spinnin' like a whirlwind
Imagine that im gettin' stalked
By ya girlfriend
On my
Absolutely no one under 17 will be admitted
Without parent or certified adult guardian
They'll fry your brain, they're sick as hell
Jolly good fun,
I'm so cool to the shit, nigga I'm certified
Lookin' yellow sad bitches and niggas
Off in they eyes (eyes)
You don't wanna see the
Pimp free gettin'
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