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at my brother's place while she was at her brother's place Then we found out that the uber was nine minutes Told her come through, there's things I do
Uh, uh I was in the kitchen, puttin' in work Not dishes My brother be my only fuckin' witness (yeah) Hungry for the riches Work nine to five for
enchanté Madame salut, nah Nou maské en rouj pa ba Mardi Gras Agilité maîtrise maniement Antillais s'en fout des balivernes Je viens du 9.7.2, j'ai un
out looking for a fight After 9/11 man I'd have to say that's right Have you forgotten how it felt that day To see your homeland under fire And her
fanculo 9zero esco in gucci slacciate regalo duemila di borse rubate trecento cavalli coi soldi del giro anni fa per due buste finite a lamate moncler
and violence Fuck I didn't know what respect meant I was nine Shit I won't aware of myself so I let people decide it They pressed me from the time I caught
we finally got it Big dawg, I'm steppin, Used to carry that weapon Used to carry that 9 Igoudala, now we chartin up to the sky. now we... Now we almost
for yo ass Than Iverson and Alex Trebeck combined Splatter you spine when I blast Shatter your neck wit a nine Add up the sets 24 plus 6-8 plus deuce-9
fast Like a loose cheata Check ya book chapter 9 learn a lesson Swag ain't free pay your toll pay ya pension And I swag ode, In case I ain't mention,
gonna give how you like it girl you so excited. (P-Dub-Since we stop at 6 lets start a 9) 9, 8, girl I bet you taste great, 7, 6, thought we already
ohne Gabel (hä?) Was für 'ne Frage, wie damals vor Farid Sterlingsilber, Königskette, nine to five tragen Jordan Cappy, alle Farben Auf locker
rappeurs s'font tapiner Comme les putes aux vitrines d'Hollande Fer brûlant, toujours le .9 On parle en tarpés, ils parlent aux keufs, sur l'terrain comme
catch it like Mark Clayton Yeah, it's that nigga, JT in effect, and my dick's gotten a lil' bigger So I'm talkin' more shit in the Nine-Tre Fuck
you to do what I do? No, that ain't no fair Just keep your racks, I know I'll be cool 'Cause that's just what I do, yeah 9 out of 10 times You know that
you (uh) When I throw it back (uh) He like, "Bae, lets sixty-nine," I told him, "I don't fuck with rats" (nah) Got that, "Hello, nice to meet you"
I'll be there my whole life through I will take care of you. On a September afternoon in nineteen-eighty-nine A Girl waited by a hospital bed,
this emo fucking nine-year old?" Since I'm sorta really not religious it's a crapshoot I roll a pair of dice Although the thought of paradise is very
with nines. Now the blind is eating the blind. You gets me? Because he one of the jacks that sell those keys to entrepreneurs. (So selfish) He can't
Cause all of my niggas getting paid 6 9 take formation 6 blunts in rotation I know I look Asian My bitch she Caucasian We smoking it first My bitch is
come correct I'm a demon, so watch who you check (grrt, baow) Always lit, say less I done slept wit' a Nine Trey, pound 'em with TEC
6 y 9, piel con piel Siempre me llama pa' prender el colchón Y cuando acaba busca mi corazón Y no hay, y no hay No se lo puedo dar Ella
know me well But no we don't see eye-eye I got money on my mind All I see is dollar signs I said fuck a 9-to-5 Catch me outside Let me pop my... Shit,
Working 9-5s ain't my business Need this music to work out like it's fitness They say to quit snoozing, but I never listen Showcasing my gift, cuz
You rise early Fall outta bed to get to the nine to five Gotta get paid it's do or die swept In amongst the suit and ties Peak hour traffic moving by
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