Lyrics

Gin$eng! Yeah, she keep callin' my phone Yeah, I'm a strong arm! Yeah, aye, turn me up bro! She keep callin' my phone Get my nine on, I'm a strong arm Get my nine on, I'm a strong arm Get my nine on, I'm a strong arm Weiland off the drugs, go so hard All my pieces bust, got some new cards Loaded clip, automatic firearm VVS chains with the gold charms Servin' all the fiends, we got bars Put him on the xans, he a retard Pull up to the scene, so avant-garde Run off with the pack, I'mma get paid Had to run it up, do it my way You lookin' for a friend, you too late They just want what's on my plate No I can't hang, you too fake Pockets full of knots, pockets full of weight I just wanna fuck, we can't date In love with my Glock, got a dinner date And my jeans, yeah, they Number (N)ine When I'm off the lean, yeah, I'm in my prime I don't want that bitch, she ain't worth a dime All your diamonds fake, they not genuine Need a band if you want my damn time Fuckin' with a real one, wait in line Diamonds, they reflect, diamonds, yeah, they shine Wanna be my savage, I'mma make her mine Runnin' to the bands, yeah, I'm seein' signs I'm a star child, all the stars align Get my nine on, I'm a strong arm Get my nine on, I'm a strong arm Weiland off the drugs, goin' so hard Weiland off the drugs, goin' so hard Get my nine on, I'm a strong arm Weiland off the drugs, goin' so hard All my pieces bust, got some new cars Loaded clip, automatic firearm Yeah, yeah, yeah Get my nine on, strong arm Get my nine on, strong arm Off the drugs, goin' so damn hard
Writer(s): Gavin Weiland, Christian Louie Baello Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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