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nine vicious - days b4 nyc lyrics

[intro]
(haha, n+ggas crazy)
(i’m with yo—, yeah)
(i’m with young ahmad in this b+tch, man)

[chorus]
i got labels on my phone like my hoes (like my hoes)
i got bad b+tch on my d+ck with no clothes (say what?)
i got racks on me, yeah, for sure (ra+ra+racks)
i got bags on me, lil’ b+tch, hold

[verse 1]
i’m off x, don’t talk to me (i’m off x)
i’ll hit your ho, n+gga, probably (eugh, eugh, eugh)
i put that sh+t on properly (i put that sh+t on, n+gga)
pop the eighthfy, lil’ b+tch ain’t stopin’ me (b+tch, say what? okay)
smoke that boy like a newport (yeah, i smoke that boy)
shoutout [?], flew me to new york
i need to [?], you know i hit two of her, uh, ayy
i’m new jersey, i fly her to new or’ (fly her to new or’)
they say i cum alot, when i’m with you, baby girl, you know i cum alot
i’m that n+gga, b+tch, i won’t tell a lie (a lie)
i’m that n+gga, b+tch, i won’t tell a lie (a liе)
i can’t tell a lie (no), yeah
gеn5 on my hip, got fires (boop, boop, boop, boop, blatt)
f+ck that b+tch, she know she a vibe (say what? i say what?)
i don’t give a f+ck, i got mob ties (mob ties, what?)
[chorus]
i got labels on my phone like my hoes (like my hoes)
i got bad b+tch on my d+ck with no clothes (say what?)
i got racks on me, yeah, for sure (ra+ra+racks)
i got bags on me, lil’ b+tch, hold

[verse 2]
i be on fashion sh+t (fashion sh+t)
vetements, hedi slimane, i got skinny sh+t (i got skinny sh+t)
bad b+tch tryna f+ck, she tryna suck the kids (eugh, eugh, eugh)
this sh+t for the n+gga, b+tch, it what is (say what?)
i want money, yeah, i want cash, i wanna get rich (let’s go)
boogie pierce on my wrist, so she wanna f+ck my wrist (and what?)
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout sh+t, take your hat like you work at lids (on god)
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout sh+t, take your hat like you work at lids (say what?)

- nine vicious lyrics

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