bobby shmurda & lougotcash – sutphin to the 9 lyrics
[intro]
i move smooth with it
bet you ain’t never f+ck yo b+tch
i bet that lou hit it
yeah, i bet that lou hit it
even if i ain’t do it, they be like you did it
[verse]
i seen my b+tch change on me
now i’m michael jordan, i got six rings on me
movin like a slave, i got six chains on me (yeh, yeh)
flexin on the gram, runnin round with 80 on me
i’m gettin cash money, n+ggas thinkin baby signed me
and now i roll with chouie so i’m rockin bigger diamonds
chouie run with louie so we got them b+tches on us (yeh, yeh)
call my philly n+ggas make them put the 6’s on
and we had all the static till we put the switches on
like f+ck that sh+t
every time you diss me, i’m gon f+ck yo b+tch
i got rule minuscule n+gga that she love this sh+t
she ain’t got no morals
she gon prolly let my brother hit
[chorus]
louie baby lit, i f+ck around and make my brother lit
we sutphin to the 9 ain’t no different
they still gunnin sh+t
try to keep it cool, gas vibes
i don’t want that sh+t (no no)
gotta bad past
b+tch, don’t call me by my government
[verse]
when i got locked man
i seen all them people change on me
who am i complainin
with all these rocks and all these rings on me?
how can i maintain when i got murder on my brain homie?
30 in that thing and i got money in the bank for it
n+gga f+ck a case ad
them n+ggas put them things on us
runnin from the tricks ad
them n+ggas switchin states on us
how cannot be fake
how did the [?] stay full
how cannot betray anything i put in plane for (grrr)
n+ggas hardly k!ll
i put them p+ssys on a plate four
n+ggas said i ate man
who you p+ssy n+ggas playin for
b+tches know they can’t
that’s why these p+ssy n+ggas hatin for her
she know i’m the man
this why them dirty b+tch be stayin f+cked
in the faith which you motherf+ckas waitin for
we got that thing to make your motherf+ckin brain sore
how’d you pop the bag and put these motherf+ckin chains on
how’d you change the game
and put the motherf+ckin gang on (let’s go)
(instrumental)
[chorus]
louie baby lit, i f+ck around and make my brother lit
we sutphin to the 9 ain’t no different
they still gunnin sh+t
try to keep it cool, gas vibes
i don’t want that sh+t
gotta bad past
b+tch, don’t call me by my government (b+tch)
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