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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nines
Nines
Vocals
Courtney Freckleton
Courtney Freckleton
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Courtney Freckleton
Courtney Freckleton
Songwriter
Navayii K Michael
Navayii K Michael
Composer
Paloma Stoecker
Paloma Stoecker
Songwriter
Paul Karl Ali Andre Oseh
Paul Karl Ali Andre Oseh
Composer
Reginald Perry
Reginald Perry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Navayii K Michael
Navayii K Michael
Producer
Paul Karl Ali Andre Oseh
Paul Karl Ali Andre Oseh
Producer
Dave Turner
Dave Turner
Engineer
Jevon Ellis
Jevon Ellis
Engineer
Marrik Shearer
Marrik Shearer
Mixing Engineer
Maestro
Maestro
Producer

Lyrics

Twenty-one I stumbled 'fore they came to get you You locked yourself away Steady on The guilty trials they'll send to test you I swear I cried that day But I'll wait... Me and T getting long dough Drove all the way to Amsterdam, just to have a three minute convo Why do nice guys always finish last, went on holiday we were the only ratchet niggas in business class First it was AJ, now Moncler every day Armani I'm sorry I keep blowing up Still ride out team, hand on my heart See them shook niggas freeze up, I ran because I'm smart Fans chatting like they know about the drama But after we shoot niggas up i can't post it up after How's he sitting on that grub with all them nitties on the road Fiends outside my trap look like Call of Duty Zombie mode Might aswell get a job, old geeza Cause he's been dealing with a Q since Moesha How's his re-up looking like a fucking Malteser Can't find a nigga in the city with them O's cheaper It's Nines Bruh I come out my yard B I see some random niggas painting them fucking lamp posts B There's like 20 other lamp posts that ain't painted You really think those guys come to paint those lamp post, You'd think these guys are feds my G There'd be fucking dodgy postmen All sorts of funny BT vans driving around B The hood pepper It's mad Me and supa flying down to west Bitches say I'm looking fly I ain't even dressed Them paigons can't walk the streets without a vest Looking over their shoulder like a niggas tryna cheat on a test Acting like he's shotting all that coke Looking invisible like he's got on Harry Potter's cloak I been thinking about buying me a parcel And if it's TT, then nigga why I need a sample The rap game need me, I don't need rap Food so peng I told the B cat, "I don't need no feedback" My niggas really gang bang AK leave a nigga's whip in the air like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang If I rob my plug that would change my life But I'm loyal to the soil mumsy raised me right Do I look like I care if the industry don't fuck with me I'm just washing up this money like it's cutlery It's Nines
Writer(s): Paloma Stoecker, Reginald Perry, Paul Karl Ali Andre Onset, Nayayii K Michael, Courtney Freckleton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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