Nines X Lines - Larry June

She do it all the time

She a bad bitch, far from average, but she a liar

Hoe, you fire

Switchin' lanes, bought another chain

Cuban link

Got damn, that was ten G’s

Bitch, please

I’m Chef Larry

My wrist game on fleek

I- I- I can’t sleep

Ain’t goin' broke, I gotta eat

I’m paranoid

I think somebody watchin' me

I got one dream

And that’s to make it out these streets

Top shelf marijuana (aye)

Turn the into a sauna (aye)

All-black when I’m mobbin' (yee hee)

Ghost ride, go to Target (aye, aye, aye)

Punk bitch, I’ve been hifey (damn)

Broke niggas wanna rob me (damn)

Ride around with the rocket (bop)

Make a hater change

For these hoes, I ain’t got time (damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)

I grab my .9, then she do a line (yee hee, sock it to me)

All- all this money on my damn mind (shit, aye, aye, aye, aye)

I grab my .9, then she do a line (God damn, God damn, yee hee)

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