9ten Mobb - Tommy and Kisha

Fancy nigga persona cold AP maneuver the Rolls dirty south figure minus the gold teeth hard times dirt road future was bleek mask and glove two deep these evils swear we would never speak road to the riches just trying to eat remember how we use to split that two piece up now floor seats Dapper Dan slacks with the crease for you Eric Dress matching Cheetah mink such a empress building wealth black wall street dogging purple rain private jet no baggage claim thuging in a bonnet smoking Newport one hundreds.
Humm come here baby yeah let’s take a ride with the top down gripping on my left thigh don’t go chasing waterfalls RIP to Left Eye right I’m with that thugging shit we got to multiply I want that big house I want a lot of things I want that fancy Louie and don’t forget the chain ice me out oooh weee and tell me once again that you love me baby you wanna be my man sky the limit let’s get away so futuristic lovers day first in flight that’s a high demand we on our way baby to the motherland
Roll the Swisher light the blunt got my mind blown she awake I’m asleep different time zones she attracted to the swag so I got her hooked Millz a threat to the nigga’s think I got them shook I can’t fuss with broke nigga we got different views I’m from Carolina nigga we got different blues his and her J’s so we so we matched out no limit black card yeah it’s maxed out baby cuffing season so I had to let these hoes go Boys to Men on my wrist so I let is snow Dirty Road Kingz 9Ten crown she made me cancel all my bitch like I’m Nino Brown.

Written by:
Antonio Spears

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