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9th street - kway trips lyrics

[intro]
9th street the team b-tch
i don’t rap love songs or that pain sh-t, i wrap pebs and i take them kway trips
feds got man on cases, got me in cell with my crep, no laces
run a man out of his trainers, tryna put a mans face on the papers
i’ll do a opp, of course like quakers, ot with —

[verse 1: rzo munna]
she wanna-she wanna be my chargy
she just gave a drop, there’s a opp in the dance, now i gotta invade this party
before i turned up it was dead, that ugh, harleys, where i go get my charlie
the zanka, before i take trips i bank up, frank up, just got tugged by the ‘rales but i got away like mazza
now i’m back in the bando billin’ it
just got a drop, there’s a opp on block, now i’m outside drilling it
speak with your chest, stop talking that gibberish
bro tried throw me a q of each, that’s peak, i told him i deal with bigger bits
wrap it on rizz and cling, get rid of it, step outside, this life i’m living it
bro tried throw me a ball of each, that’s peak, i told him i’ll chop that to testers
fly ot, gotta do it with tekkers, don’t come back ’till the hotline peppers
tell the young g if he puts in a shift, then does more than he’s told, then he might get extras
then he might get a pay rise, trap hard, can’t be like them lame guys
fly ot, no ride, check train times, and do drills at the same time
but right now it’s pots and pans, g1 gonna come lock these grams
i hate it when i buck tsg vans, p-ssed, i gotta pull up these pants
dash, remember where i stashed that pack, and if i get away then i will come back
i guess it’s all apart of the trap, but boo can you hold this pack?
ain’t no way you can hold this cash
and i ain’t even tryna be rude, ot with hard on me like a girl sent a nude
i ride out and slide with bruce, i ride out in my ones or twos

[chorus: soze]
i don’t rap love songs or that pain sh-t, i wrap pebs and i take them kway trips
feds got man on cases, got me in cell with my crep, no laces
run a man out of his trainers, tryna put a mans face on the papers
i’ll do a opp, of course like quakers, ot with power, no rangers
i don’t rap love songs or that pain sh-t, i wrap pebs and i take them kway trips
feds got man on cases, got me in cell with my crep, no laces
run a man out of his trainers, tryna put a mans face on the papers
i’ll do a opp, of course like quakers, ot with power, no rangers

[verse 2: soze]
feds got man on a next case, go to your block and i shoot like pressplay
then come back on the next day, do it again, then back to my estates
free 90, that sh-t was a p-ss take, do it again, that sh-t wouldn’t have missed it
you don’t want a madness, nuttin’ like mixtape
numerous times, outnumbered, still jump out putting holes in jumpers
f-ck up a opp boy’s function, don’t punch man, just leave lungs punctured
bad ones want loving and cuffing, she can get this d-ck then nothing
i’m on opp block hunting, not scuffing, no one’s around, i’m huffing and puffing
man can’t talk ’bout ride outs, man ride out and end discussions
michael jackson, twist up your neck, back this dots, twist up your leg
buck that corner, slap this corn off, got my opps all twis’ up again
figure of 10, that don’t mean i hit it again, traphouse hot, i think it’s watched
but i’m back in it again, just stepped out of the hoopty, got that drop, now i’m back in it again
feds want a million men
don’t be stupid, man will back out this ting and abuse it
p-ss that wap, let me show you how to use it, show the opps it’s realer than music
these b-tches love soze, they see soze, then lose it
don’t watch me you eediat, 90 back out a stick and beat it
make man curl like keenan, opp block creeping, real gun leaning
ot, let’s get sweeping, jump out hooptys, see man breezing

- 9th street lyrics

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