TiFFF - No.9

How could you think that u was gon rob me
I got me some bitches sit nice in my V
I got me a necklace sit nice on my tee
Ricky my toe it sight nice on my feet
I am gunnin so that make me a G
That nigga too much he ain't fuckin wit me
He sippin liquour but he mixin wit lean
Man I didn't know dis niggaaa was a feen
He say sip wock .. I do not sip green
I got me some racks ..they tight in my jeans
Numba nine numba nine Jean
Numba nine numba nine Jean
Numba nine numba nine Jean
Numba nine numba nine Jean
Numba nine numba nine Jean
Numba nine numba nine Jean
He said who are you
I said ninefourteen
I would blow for you
you ain't blow for me
AMIRI AMIRI AMIRI AMIRI my Jean
I do not fear you I got hittas wit me
I cannot hear u speakers blastin my V
If you fuckin wit me then just throw up a T
Hop in my coupe you could smoke in my V
These niggas they talk down but up look up to me
These bitches they walk down but won't smoke wit me
Bae you are safe it's a nine in my Jean
Numba nine numba nine Jean
Numba nine numba nine Jean
Numba nine numba nine Jean
Numba nine numba nine Jean
Numba nine numba nine Jean
Numba nine numba nine Jean
Christian de audiguier for my designer wear
You chill wit all dem girl pls just get out of here
Look at me baby I know it is love you fear
Cook for me in the morn so I know you care
Smoke up to the sun uh you was always here
But baby now uh no you are over dere
And I am chillin gettin money over here
In my numba nine numba nine Jean
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numba nine numba nine Jean
Christian de audiguier for my designer wear
You chill wit all dem girl pls just get out of here
Look at me baby I know it is love you fear
Cook for me in the morn so I know you care
Smoke up to the sun uh you was always here
But baby now uh no you are over dere
And I am chillin gettin money over here
In my numba nine numba nine Jean

Written by:
Naomi-Tiffany Francis

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