newport - 9lokknine lyrics
[chorus: 9lokknine]
you ain’t from here, b-tch don’t come ’round
he got some sh-t that hold something that shoot the sun down
i’m tryna kick it, how we punting, sh-t won’t come down
i view that sh-t all on your face so you a dumb clown
take shots for me, this on my g we rock the whole town
i copped a key and dressed my shooters up in nightgowns
michael phelps off in that water, b-tch you gon’ drown
and sorry sir, i f-cked your daughter, that lil’ hoe wild
[verse 1: 9lokknine]
he tried to buck, he met lil’ buck
this sh-t just was how it was, don’t give a f-ck
oh you invisible? baptized you, get you touched
i roll these n-gg-s like a motherf-ckin’ dutch
oh i done doubled up, that’s two n-gg-s got touched
like a motherf-ckin’ barber, b-tch i’m cut
i swear i’m not a toddler, momma i grew up
you know i’m still my daddy’s son, he from the muck
don’t got no face, you get erased, we zip you up
i’m tryna think ’cause this lil’ b-tch she got me f-cked up
you know she stuck, i had to give her my lil’ daughter
sd, john and 30, f-cked them in that order
ain’t have no chauffeur had to run down in that rover
like some dill pickles i’m gon’ keep it kosher
sorry baby i can’t be your casanova
mhm, okay, i don’t even know you
oh, we gon’ hop out and glocks out and blow something
who got the drop to knock the jocks out, the jokes up
we call the glock “facebook”, this b-tch be poking
don’t see no dimples in my cheeks and i ain’t joking
i water hose a p-ssy n-gg-, leave him soaking
i’m in this b-tch, backhand, i’m just stroking
ain’t have no bond the way they did it just revoked it
i hit ’em with the woot-de-woot the okie dokie
i put it in her esophagus and left her choking
i call my troopers land mines, how they be scoping
them little trolls small size, we too husky
you ain’t doing no busting, i know your pistol rusty
[chorus: 9lokknine]
you ain’t from here, b-tch don’t come ’round
he got some sh-t that hold something that shoot the sun down
i’m tryna kick it, how we punting, sh-t won’t come down
i view that sh-t all on your face so you a dumb clown
take shots for me, this on my g we rock the whole town
i copped a key and dressed my shooters up in nightgowns
michael phelps off in that water, b-tch you gon’ drown
and sorry sir, i f-cked your daughter, that lil’ hoe wild
[verse 2: yungeen ace]
b-tch, you ain’t from here then don’t come ’round
atk, we call them paid b-tches to touch down
this sh-t can get wicked
them glocks they come with extensions
step on that boy leave no witness
shots to his face b-tch don’t tempt me
we steady sliding out
we got the drop on where they hiding out
run this sh-t down we change the score b-tch you tied down
glocks and rugers see an opp we open fire now
ar and choppers the reason b-tch it’s a man down
i’m out my mind and out my body
i don’t need no perkys or no molly, b-tch i’m sober when i’m sliding
i’m out my mind and out my body
i don’t need no perkys or no molly, b-tch i’m sober when i’m sliding
[chorus: 9lokknine]
you ain’t from here, b-tch don’t come ’round
he got some sh-t that hold something that shoot the sun down
i’m tryna kick it, how we punting, sh-t won’t come down
i view that sh-t all on your face so you a dumb clown
take shots for me, this on my g we rock the whole town
i copped a key and dressed my shooters up in nightgowns
michael phelps off in that water, b-tch you gon’ drown
and sorry sir, i f-cked your daughter, that lil’ hoe wild
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