Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 9-22, artist - Vory. Album song Lucky Me, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol Records;
Song language: English
9-22 |
| 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 |