Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 9 + Z6ne = 1'5, artist - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Date of issue: 20.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
9 + Z6ne = 1'5 |
| Hoodrich Pablo, yeah |
| And Lil Marlo, yeah |
| We ran up a sack, yeah |
| Got rich off crack, yeah |
| In the back of Maybach, yeah |
| We sippin' on Act, yeah |
| We gettin' them packs, yeah |
| And that’s a fact, yeah |
| My neck full of water, that gon' get your bitch slaughtered |
| All my clothes they get, pinky ring cost a quarter |
| Got a hood bitch that’s gorgeous, we rock foreigns on them Forgis |
| We sell bricks for the free, bring that money, don’t come short it |
| Bring that money, bring that bitch short, I bring that torch |
| I was nine years off the porch, I’m thanking our lord |
| Wondering how I’m gon' get that sack up out that mud |
| Got them old heads loving the way I’m thugging |
| Told him give me an old school, I want the butler |
| Had to put a V12 motor in that Cutlass |
| Fell in love with the dope game so I’m lusting |
| And I’ll never trust a bitch if she ain’t my mother |
| Told lil Pablo get them bricks and we gon' flood 'em |
| Give them bitches to my brother |
| And I’ll never trust them niggas so motherfuck 'em |
| Hoodrich Pablo, yeah |
| And Lil Marlo, yeah |
| We ran up a sack, yeah |
| Got rich off crack, yeah |
| In the back of Maybach, yeah |
| We sippin' on Act, yeah |
| We gettin' them packs, yeah |
| And that’s a fact, yeah |
| My neck full of water, that gon' get your bitch slaughtered |
| All my clothes they get, pinky ring cost a quarter |
| Got a hood bitch that’s gorgeous, we rock foreigns on them Forgis |
| We sell bricks for the free, bring that money, don’t come short it |
| Rocking ice, a coolant, riding foreign, I’m cruising |
| Strapped up, Lil Uzi, I’m pouring lean, drug abusing |
| Got your bitch 'cause she choosing |
| Two bitches, I’m confused |
| I got rich off of juggs |
| Shooting at actors, yeah, blow the move |
| Yeah nigga they go stupid |
| Shoot in her face, she thinkin' I’m Cupid |
| These niggas be actors like bitches and groupies |
| Saved the deposit box and filled it with jewelry |
| African diamonds clear, your shit looking blurry |
| V12, you can hear that shit purring |
| I went to the streets and made me an earning |
| I’m in that monster cookie same color as Ernie |
| Hoodrich Pablo, yeah |
| And Lil Marlo, yeah |
| We ran up a sack, yeah |
| Got rich off crack, yeah |
| In the back of Maybach, yeah |
| We sippin' on Act, yeah |
| We gettin' them packs, yeah |
| And that’s a fact, yeah |
| My neck full of water, that gon' get your bitch slaughtered |
| All my clothes they get, pinky ring cost a quarter |
| Got a hood bitch that’s gorgeous, we rock foreigns on them Forgis |
| We sell bricks for the free, bring that money, don’t come short it |