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luh tyler - cloud 9 lyrics

[intro]
(yarri)
(614ase)
gang, ayy, yeah, ayy
on cloud nine, n+gga smokin’ on gelato
take a n+gga b+tch and give her back, yeah, she a thot ho
bad foreign b+tch, yeah, she lookin’ like mulatto

[verse]
a n+gga in the booth on cloud nine, smokin’ on gelato
i might take a n+gga b+tch and give her back, yeah, she a thot ho
this some bad foreign sh+t, she lookin’ like mulatto
i’m the type to drop a bag and go and get it back tomorrow
i’m the type to drop a bag and get it back the next day (on god)
got this sh+t straight off the muscle, i ain’t tryna flex, bae
and your b+tch, she tryna kick it, but i’m not no sensei
yeah, i want a bad white thick b+tch who look like kim k
but i can’t worry about that ho, i’m steady out here chasin’ cake
man, these n+ggas movin’ frosty, swear to god these n+gga flake
can’t wait to come to your city, turn up the crowd and rock the stage (gang)
i’m headed to the next chapter, i think it’s time to flip the page
man, this b+tch, she actin’ childish, told this ho to act her age (gang, ayy)
man, a n+gga feel like tony tiger, i’m outchea livin’ great (what?)
tryna run me up some m’s and move my family outta state (on god)
and, no, lil’ n+gga, i’m not trappin’, i’m makin’ money other ways
you gotta stay way from the fake, cut off the ones who like to leech
i be spittin’ real sh+t, you gotta listen when i speak
me and jus the city boys, might hit your ho out on the beach (real sh+t)
could’ve been a pastor, get up on the beat and then i preach
take a n+gga b+tch for the night, then give a ho back to the streets
i ain’t tryna be a teacher, but if you listen, i can teach (huh?)
my n+gga go and do a drill and wash his hands off with the bleach (what?)
i keep my backwoods and my raws, no, i don’t f+ck with grabba leaf (gang)
i told the b+tch i’d hit her up, but i didn’t do it, yeah, i lied
you can tell a n+gga booted, take a look into my eyes
i been kissin’ mary jane, she lift me high up in the sky
he in all black, mask down, these n+ggas rollin’ in disguise
n+gga, never trust a swoop, ’cause all these b+tches out here hoein’
feel like justin, n+gga try to sn+tch my chain, i ain’t goin’ (ayy)

- luh tyler lyrics

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