| I’m awake, make 'em feel some type of way
|
| She got ready for tonight, she can’t get the time of day
|
| Say I’m all about myself, won’t have it any other way
|
| Fell in love with all this cash, yes I call it my new bae, yeah
|
| All my niggas they gorillas from the block, yeah
|
| Keep your cool 'cause they might fuck around and pop, yeah
|
| They destroy ya, that’s my nigga, that’s my shotta
|
| Drop that coca in that water, whippin' pasta
|
| I done did, half of that, that’s your bitch, have her back
|
| 'Cause she a doll, but she be actin' like a brat, yeah
|
| Got the cheese, now she be actin' like a rat, yeah
|
| Taking Z’s for all them niggas who disrupt, yeah
|
| Nina, fire tucked up on my side, yeah
|
| Come at me, switching sides it’s suicide, yeah
|
| Him or me, pick a side girl, pick a side, yeah
|
| Lie to me, try to tell me that you gon' ride, yeah
|
| Yeah, they be digging the kid, throwing that dirt on my name, yeah
|
| Know that you think it’s a race but you niggas not in my lane, yeah
|
| She give me head in the range, I’m done then I dash like I’m Dame, yeah
|
| Fuck her to Drake, Controlla, but she know that it’s not a game, nah
|
| Funny you move, yeah
|
| Stealin' my groove, yeah
|
| I’m not in the mood, yeah
|
| Choppa make a nigga move, yeah
|
| Got nothin' to prove, yeah
|
| They want me to lose, yeah
|
| These niggas be trippin', yeah, choppa' tie a nigga shoes up
|
| Man I pray, all day, all day
|
| Okay, okay
|
| Hope they stay away
|
| Know what I’m saying, I’m saying
|
| I’m just a man with a plan
|
| Ball out all day, know they hope I change, yeah
|
| All my niggas they gorillas from the block, yeah
|
| Keep your cool 'cause they might fuck around and pop, yeah
|
| They destroy ya, that’s my nigga, that’s my shotta
|
| Drop that coca in that water, whippin' pasta
|
| Jeeze, look at my wrist, Philippe
|
| I keep my bitch on fleek
|
| Can’t name a thing she need
|
| I keep her right next to me
|
| Hate it when she gotta leave
|
| I wear my heart on my sleeve, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
|
| She complaining 'bout losing friends
|
| Went and copped her that brand new Benz
|
| Matching rollies on both our wrists, yeah
|
| No, this shit ain’t come with no ease
|
| Money counter can’t count for me
|
| Run them bands up all in my sleep, yeah
|
| And they know
|
| All my niggas they gorillas from the block, yeah
|
| Keep your cool 'cause they might fuck around and pop, yeah
|
| They destroy ya, that’s my nigga, that’s my shotta
|
| Drop that coca in that water, whippin' pasta
|
| All my niggas they gorillas from the block, yeah
|
| Keep your cool 'cause they might fuck around and pop, yeah
|
| They destroy ya, that’s my nigga, that’s my shotta
|
| Drop that coca in that water, whippin' pasta |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 9-22 , by - Vory. Song from the album Lucky Me, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп