Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Voices, artist - Nines. Album song Loyal to the Soil, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Voices |
| I’m still with the same niggas no recruits |
| I got this pink shooting all these balls like I’m tryna win the golden boot |
| Sent my worker to reup told 'em to move discreet |
| Kicking balls in the cage, grazing up my gucci sneaks |
| Shooting in the air that’s what you call war |
| If I’m shooting in the air, there’s paigons on the fourth floor |
| Foods all white, like black steves face is |
| Briefcases, full of queens faces |
| When my shifts done I’m with a gorgeous ho |
| When the piff comes, I think I’m george from blow |
| Still weighing up them keys, fuck your lil 38 hand ting |
| Spraying like febreeze |
| I feel like to do a bumper car shut down |
| For them days I couldn’t buy a token |
| Told my niggas, one day I’m gonna shut it down |
| But they must have thought that I was joking, its Nines |
| Looking at life in amazement |
| Money and change spent |
| A lot of things changed since wayne went |
| Most my times stuck on a pavement |
| Why you think my name ring a bell like the smell of a fragrance |
| look back in the day when |
| It was nothing but love and nobody was considered a paigon |
| Or everywhere you go |
| Somebody been portrayed to be something that they’re not |
| Another thug in the making |
| Shine bright like the sun light |
| And the moon gleams |
| For the right price you’ll see a niggas true theme |
| Loyaltys a must so pay respect when due |
| Cause its hard enough to trust the closest person in view |
| Yeah I guess I’m tryna make it through |
| The struggle and pain but couldn’t tell if its the same for you |
| I live a hard knock life |
| But we know it takes two |
| fail to realise that most this worlds confused |
| Ha ha ha ha |
| Spark an L, bump nas it ain’t hard to tell |
| Thinking bout the days when I used to master scales |
| Moms on a crud, cause the bud? |
| — couldn't master smell |
| Brudda came through with the bricks |
| In the whip like gargamel |
| Tryna live easy when its hards as hell |
| Spark a L, bump nas it ain’t hard to tell |
| Thinking bout my taylors lane days |
| Paper plane ways |
| All my ex girls I love you same way, love you same way |
| Thinks I’m a player iniesta |
| Any time I pass |
| I mek my wing man strecth her |
| And that’s lionell messi |
| I member daddy playing dennis brown |
| Final steady, hydro meddy, spiro deadly? |
| I spit fire, call me pirot kezzy |
| We the truth, we seen them lies already |
| Spiro deadly, we the truth, we done seen them lies already |
| I spit fire call me pirot kezzy |