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nines - cocoa butter كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
i’m sad, i can’t talk about it. it makes me emotional. like, i’m actually gonna’ cry
my bro can’t retire man, the streets need my guy man
he can’t be retiring, it’s way too early for that

[hook: j styles]
move cocoa like b_tter on my skin
get bread and we b_tter up the ting (let’s go)
staring up the rear view, dust up in the wind
i’m in my own lane, dustin’ to my win (let’s go)
my eyes thin, gushers in my slim
but ay, we still cut it up in cling
move cocoa like b_tter on my skin (ey)
move cocoa like b_tter on my skin

[verse 1: nines]
my spanish chick be like “papi don’t go”
but i married to the game, b_tch i’m mafiso uh
remember when i had to set it in prada garms
big 4 fizzy, letting off car alarms
i’m on my own, i can’t be near them snitch boys
i was hiding bare bricks in them bear brick toys
a little weed to get my day started
i only made it out of the hood cause i was brave hearted
i found out she was a hoe, i was gonna wife that
i had to go on insta and take my likes back
they played me on the radio when i was whipping bricks
them man were sucking p_ssy, i was hitting l!cks (that’s them man)
you know we let them things pop
i told a opp send his location, i heard a pin drop
yeah they grind but i hustle more
all these shooters around me
what the f_ck i need muscles for?
[hook: j styles]
move cocoa like b_tter on my skin
get bread and we b_tter up the ting (let’s go)
staring up the rear view, dust up in the wind
i’m in my own lane, dustin’ to my win (let’s go)
my eyes thin, gushers in my slim
but ay, we still cut it up in cling
move cocoa like b_tter on my skin (ey)
move cocoa like b_tter on my skin

[verse 2: rimzee]
uh, yo, uh, yo
8th gear 170, that cars off
this .32 pistol make your heart stop
them n_ggas ain’t banging take that mask off
me and nines should’ve been in narcos
pushing class a not no benz (no)
still coppin’ skengs but my minds on them m’s
these n_ggas wanna go to war that’s usual
but they got no money for no funeral (ha_ha_ha)
i’ve been in five different jails
got one foot out, i’m in two different worlds (i am)
industry and the streets
just to be at peace akh, i gotta bring the piece (wallahi)
this pretty ting, i wanna know the name on her
no game on her, i just put my chain on her (try it on)
get the diamond tester out, i come ready
glad [?] home, n_gga used to be my celly (mashallah)
[hook: j styles]
move cocoa like b_tter on my skin
get bread and we b_tter up the ting (let’s go)
staring up the rear view, dust up in the wind
i’m in my own lane, dustin’ to my win (let’s go)
my eyes thin, gushers in my slim
but ay, we still cut it up in cling
move cocoa like b_tter on my skin (ey)
move cocoa like b_tter on my skin

- nines

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