Lyrics

D-D-D-Div don't do it to em' Yeah, aye I got two 45's, bitch I got nine lives Bitch I know that that's a fact I should have died five times But I'm still alive, so I'mma write five rhymes And they just locked my blood Cass up, they caught him with the nine Two 45's, bitch I got nine lives Bitch I know that that's a fact I should have died five times But I'm still alive, so I'mma write five rhymes And they just locked my blood Cass up, they caught him with the nine That shit just made me think, cause I always stay with mine Checkin' out in Target, got the .45 in line Tax him for the dub, when he should've paid a dime Done that shit since I was young, like robbin' niggas, not a crime Geek-Geeked up at the airport, finna go to the east (Bitch, bitch, bitch, yeah) First class, I can see the pilot, right here from my seat Brought a couple edibles with me, nigga it's time to eat Red Leather Maison Margielas on me, hurtin' my feet Red Dead Redemption that nigga if he tryin' me (Boom) I'm the one who walk around like that nigga, boy you heard of me (Boy you heard of me) Don't wanna keep his finger on the trigger, I can wait to squeeze (Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, bitch) The one that niggas always envy, the one niggas wanna be I got two 45's, bitch I got nine lives Bitch I know that that's a fact I should have died five times (Bitch, five times) But I'm still alive, so I'mma write five rhymes (Bitch) And they just locked my blood Cass up, they caught him with the nine (What, bitch, yeah, yeah, no) I got two 45's, bitch I got nine lives Bitch I know that that's a fact I should have died five times But I'm still alive, so I'mma write five rhymes And they just locked my blood Cass up, they caught him with the nine (What, bitch, yeah, yeah, no)
Writer(s): Frank Childress, Divjot Singh Anand Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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