Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tony Soprano, artist - Nines. Album song Crop Circle, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: XL
Song language: English
Tony Soprano |
Ice City jewels we na' pity |
Zino Records |
Ha ha ha ha ha! |
5ive Music |
It’s that nigga, Nina with the Nina |
Huh! |
New crib mad, by the gates got the cameras |
Moved out the hood now I got neighbours like Flanders |
Cah I’m chandelier livin', room marble |
New watch lookin' like I shipped it in from Basel |
My nigga Rizzy on the train, bringin' down a parcel |
Still calling shots like I’m giving out samples |
Earning bare dough these shoes on my feet are old school Italian, |
like Totti and Del Piero |
Usually drunk when I leave the dance |
Before I go home I gotta feed these plants |
Your re-up probably fit in a bra, my re-up couldn’t fit in a car |
Back in jail I only had 8 channels |
Had 'em puttin' letters in the box like scrabble |
Niggas lying 'bout their AKs and how they been in war |
They don’t roll with Dracos like Gryffindor |
Shoutouts to my nigga Bunds that’s a real spartan |
The roof on my new whip’s on a milk carton |
When you was up in Lovebox sweating nigga |
I was in that bud box sweating nigga |
These days it’s like I live in the tent |
Copped my first Q tied to a brick like cement |
Stepped my game up, iced out everytime you saw me |
Ain’t just fly in the web like a spider caught me |
School days selling weed on my scooter |
Sittin' on 40 ounces like Sharif on the cooler |
I was selling crack on the strip |
Posted with the fiends, out there with more pipes than the back of my whip |
Labeled me a boss when I was on the curb slanging |
Threw me on the wing, said I was a bird barren |
My nigga Kilo would break a brick down into stones |
Nina been whipping since Indiana Jones |
Seen empires turn to sand, hands on with the B |
I got dirty hands |
Popped a pack of cookies, it weren’t Marylands |
It’s different on my block |
When you was cropping pictures, I was giving out pictures of my crop |
Certified rapstar, I bring them groupies through |
On my Spielberg shit, I don’t just rap I make movies too |
Wish a nigga spin on me', cah I got my ting on me |
Suun in the stizzy, that’s the same size as Likkle T |
Before rap I ran these streets |
Had niggas ticking boxes like canteen sheets |
And I been in cunch grindin', ain’t been home for days |
I ain’t rolling haze, I only smoke Yelaze |
When they was poppin' bottles, I was on my extra grind |
This rollie on my wrist ain’t to check the time |
Where I’m from niggas get high off of needles |
Have you seen the Sopranos? |
My life’s like the sequel |
It’s Nines |