| In life, God made two types of niggas
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| He made stand up guys and stick up kids
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| Yeah, yeah, that’s right
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| He made trill niggas and he made fuck niggas
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| Oh yeah, at the end of the day it’s really up to you to decide what type of
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| nigga you want to be
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| Want to be a man or a mouse
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| Stay alive, get money, really them my goals
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| Real nigga, streets took ten I know
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| Good niggas, heart turned semi-cold
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| Kill or be killed nigga, friend or foe
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| Police clapping niggas everywhere I go
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| Stay alert at all times, even when I toast
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| Smoking on a bomb or something like Lennox rolled
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| Kush God burn a whole seven then I rose
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| Might go shopping when I’m in my rogue
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| Don’t be alarmed, I’m just in my mode and all that
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| I’m stoned, I’m off wax
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| I’m blowed, it’s all facts
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| They holding nutsacks, I told ‘em fall back
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| Like all the way the fuck back
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| This that fully in the glove rap
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| Hoody while a thug rap
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| Your opinion, you can tuck that
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| Cause I do it for the stoners and they love that
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| Mobster tales
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| Anger, steaks, and lobster tails
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| Lead me, fuck a freebie, you a preemie, you are not for real
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| I’m cozy, sipping Rosé, I ain’t even got the time
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| ‘Fore you try me, change your mind
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| Cause I’m rollin' with that nine
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| I said I’m rollin' ‘round with my nine
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| Rollin' ‘round with my nine
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| Keep my mind up on my money
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| Keep that money on my mind
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| I said I’m rollin' ‘round with my nine
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| Rollin' ‘round with my nine
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| ‘Cause these stick up kids is lurking
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| ‘Cause they out here tryna shine
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| I said I’m rollin' ‘round with my nine
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| Rollin' ‘round with my nine
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| Keep my mind up on my money
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| Keep that money on my mind
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| I said I’m rollin' ‘round with my nine
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| Rollin' ‘round with my nine
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| ‘Cause these stick up kids is lurking
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| ‘Cause they out here tryna shine
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| I said I’m rollin' ‘round with my nine
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| Accurate, give a nigga the beats like Madlib
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| Let my little homies catch rap
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| Have the block sounding like ScHoolboy’s adlibs
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| You know the cue
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| Fronting and you broke, you oh for two
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| Bow down nigga, what you ‘posed to do
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| ‘Round hustlers niggas don’t notice you
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| I’m a D-boy, you a decoy
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| Detach and destroy
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| You D-League, I’m D-Will
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| Dead body, I keep chill
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| I do this off memory, fly you could never be
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| Make a movie in these unreleased joints like Spike
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| No Nike ID activity
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| Eating chicken francese in Italy
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| Not Eat-aly, Italy
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| Stay on my J-O
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| Been around the world like Carmen San Diego
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| Came from nothing, how could I fail yo?
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| I’m blessed my nigga, I say that all the time
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| For you try it, change your mind
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| Cause I’m rollin' with my nine
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| I said I’m rollin' ‘round with my nine
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| Rollin' ‘round with my nine
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| Keep my mind up on my money
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| Keep that money on my mind
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| I said I’m rollin' ‘round with my nine
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| Rollin' ‘round with my nine
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| ‘Cause these stick up kids is lurking
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| ‘Cause they out here tryna shine
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| I said I’m rollin' ‘round with my nine
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| Rollin' ‘round with my nine
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| Keep my mind up on my money
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| Keep that money on my mind
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| I said I’m rollin' ‘round with my nine
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| Rollin' ‘round with my nine
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| ‘Cause these stick up kids is lurking
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| ‘Cause they out here tryna shine
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| I said I’m rollin' ‘round with my nine |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nine, artist - Smoke DZA. Album song George Kush da Button: Don't Pass Trump the Blunt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп