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lirik lagu nine three twelve – jinari kemet

[verse 1]
one minute n*gga let me get loose
i’m coming with the molotov and finna blow up the booth
deliver the truth, and tripping like i’m sipping the juice
i look good like i’m stepping out the fountain of youth
so get used to the feeling of me ripping the mic
sweet tooth kinda rapper bout to k!ll it tonight
duck goose on her p*ssy cause i’m hitting it right
f*cked twice then i’m dipping i ain’t missing my flight
right hand on her ass
left on the steering wheel
foot up on the gas
whipping to the dollar bills
in a black mask
might get a triple k!ll
if the gat blast
yo ass getting jacked still
i ain’t the n*gga that you wanna antagonize
with bad boy tendencies that diddy would try to sign
a natural born k!ller lacking empathy by design
i got a blueprint to make an enemy fall in line

[hook]
dark vibes in the air i can i feel them
friends say i got some sh*t i need to deal with
f*ck them all i don’t care i don’t need them
get this money i ain’t worried bout your feelings
home you mad, why is you tripping
try to relax, you got permission
no need to ask, shut up and listen
yeah
go get you a rack and get off of my d*ck
you n*ggas acting like i ain’t legit
but i’m in my bag and it’s making you sick, b*tch
[verse 2]
at this point in time i done f*cked the game up
doing it all for me for me don’t give a f*ck what they want
but say something imma get you n*ggas to pay up
f*ck on yo b*tch and then i bust a nut in her lace front
whoa, sh*t, ojo tweaking
dripping like water when the faucet leaking
and he got bars and they’re awesome
you better respect my time don’t talk i’m speaking now
not nan’ not a n*gga no mike epps
keep ya girl toes curling like biceps
if i catch you at the gym then i might flex
flip the bird middle finger f*ck sky s*x i bet
my check n*gga can’t see me
but they be looking like i’m rapping on tv
i give a better wet*willie than e.t
running game on the whole screen like e3

[hook]
dark vibes in the air i can i feel them
friends say i got some sh*t i need to deal with
f*ck them all i don’t care i don’t need them
get this money i ain’t worried bout your feelings
home you mad, why is you tripping
try to relax, you got permission
no need to ask, shut up and listen
yeah
go get you a rack and get off of my d*ck
you n*ggas acting like i ain’t legit
but i’m in my bag and it’s making you sick, oh
[verse 3]
watch got a big face like nickelodeon
she dropping hints in my note pad going in
b*tch blue clues salt pepper high sodium
high blood pressure got my d*ck on swole again
beating up the p*ssy like it stole something from me
pepto*bismol she can feel it in her tummy
anyone can get it, it don’t matter who want it
never been to egypt but i’m rapping like a mummy now
this ain’t no, regular, n*gga type sh*t
if you can’t see it need to get your eyes fixed
i know you n*ggas love it when i rip it like this
it’s cold outside could you blame my wrist
look at my watch yeah it’s about time
i’m an independent n*gga imma stay up on my grind
no handouts bro, imma take what’s mine
i can handle anything n*gga everything’s fine

[hook]
dark vibes in the air i can i feel them
friends say i got some sh*t i need to deal with
f*ck them all i don’t care i don’t need them
get this money i ain’t worried bout your*

- jinari kemet

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