Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For Certain!, artist - Autumn!. Date of issue: 18.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
For Certain! |
| Ay, Nine9 really kickin' shit, 'ya heard? |
| Nine9 made it |
| Woah, woah, woah |
| Woah, hah, woah |
| Yeah! |
| (What'd you say, bro?) |
| Woah, woah |
| Woah! |
| Hah |
| New Dior, this here a ticket (Alright, hey!) |
| Hat to the side, bro, I’m different |
| If you fuck with the business, do business |
| This nigga really tried to say I’m broke, like, that’s crazy |
| Really bro, who is you kidding? |
| Just met this hoe last week, now she tryna get her a birkin |
| These hoes be freaks for the gram, but in real life, they virgins (Woah, woah) |
| Really tried to stop juggin' niggas, but that shit just wasn’t working (Woah, |
| woah!) |
| We up at the rondezvous, we finna set up the diversion (Woah, woah) |
| Momma said she love my music, but please stop all that cursing (Woah!) |
| Talking that shit, okay, okay, just watch yo wording |
| Think before you try me, is your life really worth it? |
| We don’t give a (fuck) where we at, we keep that Glock in our purses |
| God forgives, I don’t, and the XD shows no mercy |
| Pack just touched down in Nola, we just hit a jugg on Bourbon |
| Seen 'lil bro up in person, couldn’t kill me, boy, he was too nervous |
| I know one thing for sure, these niggas ain’t on shit for certain |
| I was down bad last summer, now we in Chanel by the runners |
| I ain’t been to church in a year, but the blessings, they still keep coming |
| We up in the H on park ten pushin' that cat like a button |
| This money ain’t never gettin' old, we countin' them Benjamin Buttons |
| Bitch used to say I was broke, now she wanna fuck all of a sudden |
| I don’t do the flip flop shit, had to tell the 'lil hoe she was buggin' |
| Physicals all in the back, if the cops come, we gone outrun 'em |
| (I don’t do the flip flop shit, had to tell the 'lil hoe she was buggin') |
| (Physicals all in the back, if the cops come, we gone outrun 'em) |
| Think before you try me, is your life really worth it? |
| We don’t give a (fuck) where we at, we keep that Glock in our purses |
| God forgives, I don’t, and the XD shows no mercy |
| Pack just touched down in Nola, we just hit a jugg on Bourbon |
| (Woah, woah) |
| (Woah, woah) |
| (Woah, woah) |
| (Woah, woah) |