Lyrics Nines X Lines - Larry June

Nines X Lines

She do it all the time
She a bad bitch, far from average, but she a liar
Hoe, you fire
Switchin' lanes, bought another chain
Cuban link
Got damn, that was ten G’s
Bitch, please
I’m Chef Larry
My wrist game on fleek
I- I- I can’t sleep
Ain’t goin' broke, I gotta eat
I’m paranoid
I think somebody watchin' me
I got one dream
And that’s to make it out these streets
Top shelf marijuana (aye)
Turn the into a sauna (aye)
All-black when I’m mobbin' (yee hee)
Ghost ride, go to Target (aye, aye, aye)
Punk bitch, I’ve been hifey (damn)
Broke niggas wanna rob me (damn)
Ride around with the rocket (bop)
Make a hater change
For these hoes, I ain’t got time (damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)
I grab my .9, then she do a line (yee hee, sock it to me)
All- all this money on my damn mind (shit, aye, aye, aye, aye)
I grab my .9, then she do a line (God damn, God damn, yee hee)
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