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cloud nine red - 1992 lyrics

hold up, homie wait up/
im really meaning all the sh-t that i be saying, when i say it, im being scr8 up/
mama, i said mama/
im just tryna get this money, i dont believe its mo money, mo problems/
cuz i got some, oh yeah i got some/
& it seems like right now, this money is the only way that i can solve em/
so i ain’t playing, no sir, i ain’t playing/
i just wake up in the morning, put my shoes on & i chase it day out, day in/
every day, yeah, every day, yeah/
every day, yeaah, i be getting b-ttad/
i be drinking, i be smoking, i be hollin bout some “free my lil brother!”/
i’m from that louis, boy that louisville/
to keep it real, im from a place where you better off letting jesus grab the wheel/
cuz we out chea, boy we out chea swerving/
& if it ain’t gone be that henny, you might as well just fill my cup up with some bourbon/
i was born in 19- 1992/
it took me 20 some odd years to get my mind right and my -ss up the zoo/
so what yall ready, what yall rey do?/
yall got weed, i got gas, call some hoes, mane let me ride with you/
but i got warrants, so play it coo/
i ain’t tryna do no time, pay no fines, im just tryna pay my dues/
& stay true/
ooo/

- cloud nine red lyrics

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