Larry June - Nines X Lines letra de (lyrics)
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Larry June - Nines X Lines letra de lyrics]
808 Mafia
For these hoes, I ain’t got time
(damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)
I grab my 9, then she do a line
(yee hee, sock it to me)
All- all this money on my damn mind
(shit, aye, aye, aye, aye)
I grab my 9, then she do a line
(God damn, God damn, yee hee)
Playin’ my position (shit)
Trappin’ all, winnin’ (shit)
Could’ve bought a Bentley (shit)
Black 650 (yee hee) never had a job (shit)
All I know is mob (shit)
Countin’ hella bands (shit)
Gettin’ hella top (aye)
Ride through the block (okay)
Crack in my socks (okay)
Tryna dodge cops (yee hee)
I’m shuttin’ down shop (shit)
Niggas got it hot (aye, aye, aye)
Pyrex pot (damn) turn it into rock (aye)
Hammer never stop (yee hee)
Twenty for my clock (shit)
That’s a Rollie watch (yee hee)
Donuts in the drop (aye, aye, aye, yee hee)
I’m on a highspeed (fuck)
I’m runnin’ three narks (shit)
I’m traffin’ the white (yee hee)
I’m not a rap star (aye, aye, aye)
For these hoes, I ain’t got time
(damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)
I grab my 9, then she do a line
(yee hee, sock it to me)
All- all this money on my damn mind
(shit, aye, aye, aye, aye)
I grab my 9, then she do a line
(God damn, God damn, yee hee)
For these hoes, I ain’t got time
(damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)
I grab my 9, then she do a line
(yee hee, sock it to me)
All this money on my damn mind
She do it all the time
She a bad bitch, far from average
But she a liar hoe, you fire
Switchin’ lanes, bought another chain
Cuban link got damn, that was ten G’s
Bitch, please, i’m Chef Larry
My wrist game on fleek i I I can’t sleep
Ain’t goin’ broke, I gotta eat i’m paranoid
I think somebody watchin’ me i got one dream
And that’s to make it out these streets
Top shelf marijuana (aye)
All-black when I’m mobbin’ (yee hee)
Ghost ride, go to Target (aye, aye, aye)
Punk bitch, I’ve been hifey (damn)
Broke niggas wanna rob me (damn)
Ride around with the rocket (bop)
For these hoes, I ain’t got time
(damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)
I grab my 9, then she do a line
(yee hee, sock it to me)
All- all this money on my damn mind
(shit, aye, aye, aye, aye)
I grab my 9, then she do a line
(God damn, God damn, yee hee)
808 Mafia
For these hoes, I ain’t got time
(damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)
I grab my 9, then she do a line
(yee hee, sock it to me)
All- all this money on my damn mind
(shit, aye, aye, aye, aye)
I grab my 9, then she do a line
(God damn, God damn, yee hee)
Playin’ my position (shit)
Trappin’ all, winnin’ (shit)
Could’ve bought a Bentley (shit)
Black 650 (yee hee) never had a job (shit)
All I know is mob (shit)
Countin’ hella bands (shit)
Gettin’ hella top (aye)
Ride through the block (okay)
Crack in my socks (okay)
Tryna dodge cops (yee hee)
I’m shuttin’ down shop (shit)
Niggas got it hot (aye, aye, aye)
Pyrex pot (damn) turn it into rock (aye)
Hammer never stop (yee hee)
Twenty for my clock (shit)
That’s a Rollie watch (yee hee)
Donuts in the drop (aye, aye, aye, yee hee)
I’m on a highspeed (fuck)
I’m runnin’ three narks (shit)
I’m traffin’ the white (yee hee)
I’m not a rap star (aye, aye, aye)
For these hoes, I ain’t got time
(damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)
I grab my 9, then she do a line
(yee hee, sock it to me)
All- all this money on my damn mind
(shit, aye, aye, aye, aye)
I grab my 9, then she do a line
(God damn, God damn, yee hee)
For these hoes, I ain’t got time
(damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)
I grab my 9, then she do a line
(yee hee, sock it to me)
All this money on my damn mind
She do it all the time
She a bad bitch, far from average
But she a liar hoe, you fire
Switchin’ lanes, bought another chain
Cuban link got damn, that was ten G’s
Bitch, please, i’m Chef Larry
My wrist game on fleek i I I can’t sleep
Ain’t goin’ broke, I gotta eat i’m paranoid
I think somebody watchin’ me i got one dream
And that’s to make it out these streets
Top shelf marijuana (aye)
All-black when I’m mobbin’ (yee hee)
Ghost ride, go to Target (aye, aye, aye)
Punk bitch, I’ve been hifey (damn)
Broke niggas wanna rob me (damn)
Ride around with the rocket (bop)
For these hoes, I ain’t got time
(damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)
I grab my 9, then she do a line
(yee hee, sock it to me)
All- all this money on my damn mind
(shit, aye, aye, aye, aye)
I grab my 9, then she do a line
(God damn, God damn, yee hee)
808 Mafia