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buffoon - 9 smackers part 2 lyrics

9 smackers part 2 lyrics
[intro: buffoon & lil bair]
yuh, b+inc. gang, dumb f+ck
f+ck is up, p+ssy?
fo’d up in this b+tch (woo)
what’s up? what’s up?

[hook]
nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine

[verse 1: buffoon]
nine of ’em, i got me nine of ’em
he went 0+2 and now there ain’t no sign of ’em
beat ’em up bl++dy and that’s how they findin’ ’em
baggie got colors, i got me all kinds of ’em
d3 got double down, i might just f+ck it up
top 3, ain’t stopping now, gordo been stackin’ up damage
go can it, i duck you with bracket luck
0+2, can’t stand it, a homie done had enough
switchin’ up, i lost my round one
big buffy on aux and they sound up
been stackin’ this paper like bair
got nine of these smackies, i count ’em

[verse 2: defoehammer]
i’m defoe, reppin’ chrom in my sets
hit that dude in his chest, i’ma leave him on the flo’
on a roll, i be callin’ these shots on the spot
hit ’em hard, he can feel it in his soul
up 2+0, i’ma put ’em in his place
he ain’t even got a chance, man, you already know
like a pro, i’ma close this sh+t out
think you know ’bout me, but it’s time to let go
not done though, i’m coming with that heat flow
foe on the track, boy, you know that sh+t’s a combo
keep it going, i’ma keep this sh+t spittin’
you gon’ keep on losin’, i’ma keep on winnin’
i don’t roll with snitches, you ain’t got no b+tches
but that sh+t’s really none of my business
call me a masher, i don’t give a f+ck
i be on the up and up ’cause i won nine smackers
[verse 3: jolly]
i got nine
i been runnin’ through the six with my slime
if you ain’t with the sh+ts, don’t waste my time
keep a stick if you steppin’ out of line
sling a brick, it might make me more than nine
my n+ggas with it, they never kiddin’
we pullin’ up back+to+back
count up the benjies, got more than nine
we countin’ up extra racks
moving that weight, if we got a problem
i’m calling up all the slatts
don’t call the opps, you’ll lose your tail, ’cause p+ssy n+gga, you a rat
i might toss you over my shoulder like i’m takin’ out the trash
nine smacks on me, not typically, ’cause i don’t carry cash
i secure the bag, subtract you lames, and then i do the dash
stuff my winnings in my pockets then i make you run your stash

[verse 4: lil bair]
got nine extra in my wallet, huh
want it, now i got it, huh
i’ma keep on goin’, keep it zooted like a comet, huh
green all on my body, b+tch, i’m lookin’ like the giant, huh
knock you out with onomatopoeias, this a comic, huh
scramblin’ for next moves, i got you askin’ what this is, oh
yeah, i know the truth hurts, b+tch, i’m caked up like i’m lizzo
this sh+t 1+on+1, i give a f+ck ’bout all yo friends, oh
if it’s more than ten, there ain’t no way i’ll make that deal, oh
[verse 5: leanmd]
lean drippin’ slow, fo’
purple pourin’ out your hoe
i’m sipping on some dro, oh
fiat sitting on 30’s, 20 deep, yeah, you heard me
got yo girl sucking d+ck, i know you layin’ home hurtin’
my verse short like my stacks, b+tch, i’m still smokin’ crack
myth’s sister heard my verse and now she bent at the back
sippin’ lean, need a break, smokin’ on gas to the face, dexter

[hook]
nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine

[outro: jolly & lil bair]
the f+ck? b+tch
f+ck is you talkin’ ’bout?
talk to these n+ggas
we had to let ’em know, we got nine, we got nine in our pocket, bro
nine whole ones
how much you got? not sh+t, p+ssy

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