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jesus piece - nine and dex lyrics

[intro]
it’s my season man
yeah, i got a better car
i got better songs
i look better
i got more b*tches
i just live better than you
(nineone)

[verse 1: nineoneshots]
whip so low the bumper pulls cat’s eyes
drifting in fifth, i hope i don’t capsize
bad little ma with the tats on her backside
gave her the jesus piece, she got baptized
i make her back spin like beyblade
film it, i can make her famous, ray jay
copped o’s while my p’s were down
i shift q’s, and grabbed an rs and a day date

[verse 2: handsome dexter]
three piece for the rims on an e55
import, so the wheels on the left hand side
i used to watch dealers sliding in beamers
while i sat broke on the 199
i’m tryna make paper baby
like a paper man, banging a paper lady
get my paper up
and then i’ll pay for things i couldn’t pay for back when i was paper chasing
[verse 3: nineoneshots]
chasing the paper like what’s the deal?
all black, like i’m dressed to k!ll
open ’em up like a centrefold
i put dents in his chest like a chesterfield
lexus ls with the drapes on the windows
browning stretched from my waist to my tiptoes
load sh*lls like taco bell, we got corn for heaters
split guac with my gringos

[verse 4: handsome dexter]
bread in the bag, like a kid at a duck pond
she wanna roll ’cause my biggedy buck’s long
i let her borrow the ride just to flex
now the engines f*cked, she’s been filling it up wrong
feeling like a tall vin diesel
black wrap with the dark rims on the regal
hand on the wheel, one hand on my nuts while i bump roc the mic by beanie sigel

[verse 5: nineoneshots]
foot down while i bump max b
tryna dodge blue ’cause i wanna gain green
red seagulls on evisu jeans
i’ll fly like a callaway c16
uh, hit the griddy to the bank
stand on my money, i’ma reach mont blanc
back then i push food on a push bike
now i push clutch in a bimmer, give thanks
[verse 6: handsome dexter]
i’ve been hanging out like belly
under the shirt of a man that’s heavy
sitting in the y*front pants, with a beer in his hand
watching american dad on the telly
hand on the bible
i got my boys back like spinal
and you can get spun like lionel
all night long on a 45 vinyl

[verse 7: nineoneshots]
whip so low the bumper pulls cat’s eyes
drifting in fifth, i hope i don’t capsize
bad little ma with the tats on her backside
gave her the jesus piece, she got baptized
i make her back spin like beyblade
film it, i can make her famous, ray jay
copped o’s while my p’s were down
i shift q’s, and grabbed an rs and a day date

[verse 8: handsome dexter]
three piece for the rims on an e55
import, so the wheels on the left hand side
i used to watch dealers sliding in beamers
while i sat broke on the 199
i’m tryna make paper baby
like a paper man, banging a paper lady
get my paper up
and then i’ll pay for things i couldn’t pay for back when i was paper chasing

- nine and dex lyrics

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