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dub (rap) – nine six كلمات اغاني

yea yo
who the hottest coming out the streets now?
the youngin’ in them double r denims
you couldn’t find with your weak style
zinfandel, for real n-ggas that beat trial
shrimp and maine lobster. yellow b-tches, philippe chow
yea, crib on the park side
condo full of b-tches, they watching mob wives
hardships, so its hard cash for hard times
a7 with the lights, like nicki minaj eyes
call it moment for life
b-tch i shine like a million watts, glow in the light
down to make it like k walk, balling for rice
shoe game dumb r-t-rded, them napoleon mikes
presidential like pedro
better-yet the rolly little n-gga you psyacho
and every minute count, ain’t a time i let a day go by that i ain’t reaching for mines
& that’s on bay bro

5k on the floor seats, you home looking lost with your league p-ss
lame n-gga, i am that n-gga in each cl-ss
aura everything, we different, sh-t i don’t need swag
so all the hoes want dub like the saline bag
like its all they know
play the yachts, see the sucka shorts, hermes loafs
never talk, always heard. less words say most
so i toast, to the life sipping rose’ mo
this the family, love from my set
slave talker, i’m a harlem n-gga. f-ck you expect?
iphone full of women, just to front on ma ex
ysl, foreign sh-t, 12hunnet for sweats
its key west. for the next flight
yea. way before curren$y said it, witness the jet-life
flow off the wall, vision vivid, the next mike
billie jean wit it, we come around -they step light
fly living, versace moc necks
show you cats how to make meals, n-gga this top chef
never stress beef, i getcha block wet
for a few g’s it’ll sing to them, like wyclef
cause you hating, that’s a female move
been a joke all your life chump, you d l hugh
round harlem, hoes love the way the b12 cruise
i leave spots missing pete rock, the cl smooth

ayo, grind all night, work all morning
balmain demin, tees with the dogs on it
phone still ringing, money keep on calling
get ’em fisher-price hoops, player you’re small balling
i been street-dreaming, similar to that nas sh-t
raised in that era, the city feeling like 96
pimp game ill. f-cker i rhyme sick
rick flare flow, that live, lavish and fly sh-t
i’m talking that mr.porter
golden-boy style; i’m de la hoya with aura
i know its all politic, they try to avoid ya
but when you’re making this much noise they can’t ignore ya
no. we don’t play sublimes
go head and gas it up, i’ll have my young boy hit you up at 85
this sh-t is god’s plan, but we don’t wait in line
pedal to the metal, its f-ck it i gotta make it time. yea

- dub rap

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