Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nine , by - Buck FiftyRelease date: 13.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nine |
| Crackers pull me over, put that .9 in her purse |
| I’m a Broward County nigga till I’m one with the dirt |
| Could give a fuck 'bout how you feelin', bitch, the money come first |
| Got these niggas lookin' sick, I hit 'em right where it hurt (Right where it |
| hurt) |
| Crackers pull me over, put the .9 in her purse |
| I’m a Broward County nigga till I’m one with the dirt (Woo, woo, bitch) |
| Could give a fuck 'bout how you feelin', bitch, the money come first |
| Trappin' out the Honda till I cop me a Lamb' (Until I cop me a Lamb') |
| Do it long as druggies out here coppin' them Xans, okay (Coppin' them Xans) |
| I don’t need your plug, you must not know who I am (You must not know who I am) |
| I don’t need your love 'cause that pussy get around (Oh no) |
| I can’t trust a soul, oh no, not even myself (Not even myself) |
| I can’t fuck these local bitches kissin' and tellin' (While they kissin' and |
| tell) |
| I ain’t switchin' up, I’m tryna make me some millions, wait (Tryna make me some |
| mill') |
| Niggas who ain’t focused always stay in they feelings, boo-hoo |
| I heard certain people still mad at me, I been off it (What?) |
| Hatin' been played-out for a minute, my nigga, stop it (Oh-woah) |
| I can’t fall in love with the money unless it’s profit (That bass) |
| I can’t fall in love with the pussy until she drop it (Okay) |
| Go ghost, yeah, while they do the most, yeah (While they do the most) |
| Blow smoke, yeah, you don’t want no smoke, yeah (You don’t want no smoke) |
| No joke, yeah, you ain’t even close, yeah () |
| Fuckin' with my Zoes, got that—woo, got that, hmm |
| Got these niggas lookin' sick, I hit 'em right where it hurt |
| Crackers pull me over, put that .9 in her purse |
| I’m a Broward County nigga till I’m one with the dirt |
| Could give a fuck 'bout how you feelin', bitch, the money come first |
| Got these niggas lookin' sick, I hit 'em right where it hurt |
| Crackers pull me over, put the .9 in her purse |
| I’m a Broward County nigga till I’m one with the dirt |
| Could give a fuck 'bout how you feelin', bitch, the money come first |