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Nines

Flavours

 

Flavours

(album: Crabs In A Bucket - 2020)


(N, A)

Smoke so much weed, I wish I could insure my lung
This ain't gelato thirty-three, this is forty-one, let's go
I got a heavy eye cah I'm very high
Smoking on this black cherry pie (That purple shit)
And I keep forgetting shit, today my brain's slow
Cah I smoke so much Skittles, I could taste the rainbow, uh
Told my little nigga "Fix up quick"
Go buy a 3.5 of some biscotti
When the runs landed, I hear the Q
Thought I saw an ape stuck when I hit the gorilla glue
Got packs in the mail fam, you know we post
My nigga older, he growing do-si-dos
Used to stash my draws in the bush
Now we overseas bunning watermelon kush, uh
That's my nigga but we ain't got the same neck (Nah)
I'm smoking glue, Trappy smoking star dog and trainwreck
It's Nines

The other day this lil' nigga telling me 'bout he landed some gelonade
I was like "Lil' nigga, I don't give a fuck"
You be shipping packs, my packs come on a ship
If I passed you this spliff right now, you'd fucking feel like you're sitting on a cloud
And I still keep rolling like a tumbleweed (Tumbleweed)
Feel me? Uh

I used to get my Dutch off a Spangy
I smoke a spliff but I'on really fuck with the tangie
My niggas growing cookies and Jaffa Cakes in Brum
Got so much flavours, I had to make a song (Make a song)
Fam, these youts ain't got a clue
Telling me it's diesel and it's super orange glue
I'm high off of Gushers but I still move like a ninja (Still quick)
I don't want no cushion 'less it's Billy Kimber (I'm faded)
Plus, I'm working on my own strain (Yeah)
It's in the early process, it ain't got no name (Coming real soon)
Feeling like I'm 'bout to levitate (Yeah, yeah)
Me and Too Bad smoking wedding cake
If you taste the foribdden fruit, you might frass
Every spliff in my ashtray's white ash
I'm smoking Smarties with my favourite bitch
And even though ammi's dying out, it made me rich
It's Nines

Gave the snow leopard one draw of my ting and he's out cold, bruv
I even drawed his bredrin and now he's out cold, bruv
This shit's too dank, I swear down

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