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9 shots - allblack & 22nd jim lyrics

[intro: allblack]
p*lo, thank you
na, i ain’t really the type to be out here boasting
all that look at me ass sh*t
i ain’t really the type to be out here boasting
p*lo, thank you
[?] weak ass, weirdo ass sh*t

[verse 1: allblack]
na, i ain’t the type to be out here boasting
taking pics with h*lla money, with the strap showing
glizzy deep in psd’s, you can’t see sh*t poking
crumbled up blues, [?] cashapp loaded
[?] tatted on my leg, from all this running
need to change my name to [?] how my [?] bussing
[?] the hoes thought that i was [?] jones
got n*ggas’ faces looking like they [?] robotussin
all that hatred in your heart, that’s why you broke now
kept it so real, these n*ggas hate it when i come around
n*ggas remind me of the coat i had in first grade
sitting there with all the dirty sh*t in lost and found
kid ass pockets, [?] watches and thin ass wallets
used to be balling, now you folding [?]
told that b*tch before we kick it, i need a deposit
keep speaking on me, and get slapped, like [?]
[verse 2: 22nd jim]
i think these b*tches love the way i sh*t talk
i got these n*ggas scared, they know i stick talk
if i ain’t flippin packs, i’m getting bricks off
i got this n*gga mad, i knocked his b*tch off
i know a couple gangstas,, really ohe me favors
don’t speak on me, the [?] out of anger
i’m the type to put my strap down, and really bank ya
i can’t stand these broke n*ggas, f*ck around the [?]
it’s like a n*gga [?] put the stick down
[?] sipping drank, having us a sit down
oh that’s your ho? she on my d*ck now
i got her running round, sh*t, that’s my b*tch now
i told them boys to listen, they ain’t wanna hear
a lotta n*ggas talk it, but i ain’t never fear them
a lotta n*ggas talk it, but they ain’t never did it
i could walk it, i could talk it, ’cause i really live it

[verse 3: allblack]
caught n*ggas lacking by the alley, [?] the bible
i should’ve bunny e*rs*d his pocket, slapped him with the rifle
but i ain’t doing no more favors, that broke sh*t got him
even your mom said my son don’t want no problems
pulled up to 24, [?] slappin that allblack
talking ’bout nephew, you and jim got the hood on your back
that to the thugs, queens asking for pictures and hugs
[?] my bankroll for the kids, and gave them all a dub
[verse 4: 22nd jim]
i bet you n*ggas hate how we beat up the dice
anything you n*ggas did, i done did it twice
i bet you n*ggas hate it when we on the scene
sometimes i toat that fully when i’m feeling mean
finesse you out that bag, boy, you n*ggas green
either you with us or against us, ain’t no in between
i bet your mans will never get his life back
nine shots later, flexin, they don’t like that

[outro: 22nd jim]
b*tch ass n*ggas
yeah
22nd ways, n*gga
hahahah
i ain’t really the type to be out here boasting
22nd ways, n*gga

- allblack 22nd jim lyrics

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