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9 Outta 9
(专辑: S.C.O.T. - 2013)
My raps is a
note that's a
hundred letters Grew up way different so the
cunts won't get it While you was at school you was trying to pass lots Rates was showing me how to weigh up a
half oz My first choof I
was 12 years old Felt hooked since then guess the
world is cold Tip of the
ice berg, tip of the
ice berg Will be when the
ice burns thinking back I
turned 16 when I
lit the
pipe with boobs at a
bus stop round Christmas night Back then shit you see the
crystal move Uneducated like it was the
shit to do I
turned into a
rap star proved them wrong I
ain't need another pipe give me the
doob or bong Imma move along call me the
business man Cause I'm busy no rest that's a
business plan Move on I'm the
shinning bit, rhyming sick Time tick you can ride the
dick Right tits, nice hips and she grinding it 9
hits outta 9
when my lines are spit Move on I'm the
shinning bit, rhyming sick Time tick you can ride the
dick Right tits, nice hips and she grinding it 9
hits outta 9
when my lines are spit Break down on the
shit I
say I
got a
different fucking vibe for every single day We won't say what we don't need nah Eyes half closed you can blame the
codeine brah Back on my king shit, rap like a
king shit Wonder why they call me king, you hearing what a
king is Big boss hustle, hustle the
music And just like a
dealer my customers abuse it Word play with a
metaphor I
still root rap that's what I
met if for Kiss the
ring bitch, its the
hand of a
boss Beef shit these days, shit I
dare them to cross Need it to sell I'm the
one you still come after You oh so making money cos I'm numb with a
gun On a
hoodie that was worn by the
Kerser one If Kerser didn't rock the
hoodie probably would of sold none Its all up Move on I'm the
shinning bit, rhyming sick Time tick you can ride the
dick Right tits, nice hips and she grinding it 9
hits outta 9
when my lines are spit Move on I'm the
shinning bit, rhyming sick Time tick you can ride the
dick Right tits, nice hips and she grinding it 9
hits outta 9
when my lines are spit Hot car without the
number plates On the
run for another fucking hundred days My raps in ya brain, pull ya back out ya frame Now you gasping in pain I'm attacking the
game This rap shit here in Oz is mine If you want beef sweet, but not with rhymes Lets handle it the
street way, send ya boys Come back beat up you were pretender boy Let me tell you what's dangerous and fun Rates with a
gun Mind set dangerous when I
write like this The
flows switching up like the
lights on pigs Heal me rip this shit you should see me live Ya sets so dirty gotta clean my eyes Fresh shit yeah ya know where to find it Head to the
stores, find Kers and buy it Move on I'm the
shinning bit, rhyming sick Time tick you can ride the
dick Right tits, nice hips and she grinding it 9
hits outta 9
when my lines are spit Move on I'm the
shinning bit, rhyming sick Time tick you can ride the
dick Right tits, nice hips and she grinding it 9
hits outta 9
when my lines are spit
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