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yng rippa - 9 lives ain’t enough كلمات أغنية

[intro: yng rippa]
(grrah, boom!)
ay, f_ck all that talkin’, n_gga
still breathin’? that’s wild…

[hook: yng rippa]
how the f_ck these n_ggas livin’? thought we hit ’em ten times (grrah)
talkin’ ’bout they rich, i blew that sh_t ’bout nine times (nine times)
we done spent they block so much, they movin’ out they mom’s (skrrt)
he keep postin’ with that bl!ck, but never let it fly (p_ssy)
told bro chill, but he said nah, it’s time to ride (let’s go!)
hop out, scope it, push this b_tch up on his side (boom, boom!)
n_ggas don’t survive, we applyin’ all the pressure
they keep lackin’, sayin’ prayers, they better hope god bless ‘еm (ain’t no church here)

[verse 1: yng rippa]
b_tch i’m in that mode again, i’m off a 30, twеakin’ (skrrt)
heard he switched his block, that ain’t gon’ stop no demons (grrah)
n_gga dissin’ me online, now his bm screamin’ (ayy)
catch his ass in traffic, f_ck his tags, we bleedin’ (boom!)
chain icy, but that sh_t mine now (facts)
pistol pop out like “surprise” — pow!
too many shots, he dancin’ like chris (he moonwalkin’)
them bullets turn his hoodie into mist (ghost!)
ask about me in the city, i got stripes, b_tch
you rappin’ war stories, but ain’t never hit sh_t
[verse 2: bloodhound q50]
bloodhound with the stick, i don’t talk, i just spark (brrt!)
last opp ran, got left in the park (boom!)
ain’t no warnin’, no light, just dark
hollows in his back, had him screamin’ like bark
(grrah!)
i slide in that black q50, masked up, no pity (skrrt)
left a trail of sh_lls from the west to the city
he ain’t bust back, he was just holdin’ titties
n_gga ain’t a threat, he just postin’ for attention
smoked his mans, now he postin’ sad mentions
shh, got his mama prayin’ in her kitchen
let the chop hit, now that whole house glitchin’ (b_tch!)
ten bands on me, that’s pocket change
he flexed his advance, then got hit for his chain
you ain’t steppin’, you just typin’ with rage
you ain’t gangsta, b_tch, stay in your lane

[hook: yng rippa & bloodhound q50]
how the f_ck these n_ggas livin’? thought we hit ’em ten times (boom, boom)
talkin’ ’bout they rich, i blew that sh_t ’bout nine times (nine!)
we done spent they block so much, they movin’ out they mom’s (no lie)
he keep postin’ with that bl!ck, but never let it fly (grrah)
told bro chill, but he said nah, it’s time to ride (let’s go!)
hop out, scope it, push this b_tch up on his side (boom!)
n_ggas don’t survive, we applyin’ all the pressure
they keep lackin’, sayin’ prayers, they better hope god bless ’em
[verse 3: yng rippa]
slide again, he outside? we spin that sh_t on foot (on foot!)
f_ck a car chase, we walk him down, we not by the book
my youngin’ hit three opps back to back, that boy a crook (he wildin’)
he just got out, caught another—sh_t, i ain’t even look (d_mn!)
catch his cousin, he gettin’ cooked
say he up, i took his plug
ran it up, now i’m in saks
opps keep dyin’, can’t take it back
they gon’ label me a villain
but i’m really just chillin’
’til they act tough, then i’m drillin’
i ain’t rappin’, b_tch i’m really with the k!llin’

[hook: yng rippa]
how the f_ck these n_ggas livin’? thought we hit ’em ten times (ten times)
talkin’ ’bout they rich, i blew that sh_t ’bout nine times (nine!)
we done spent they block so much, they movin’ out they mom’s (they movin’)
he keep postin’ with that bl!ck, but never let it fly (p_ssy!)
told bro chill, but he said nah, it’s time to ride (we out!)
hop out, scope it, push this b_tch up on his side (boom, boom!)
n_ggas don’t survive, we applyin’ all the pressure
they keep lackin’, sayin’ prayers, they better hope god bless ’em (amen)

- yng rippa

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