• 标题:Tony Soprano 2 (Explicit)
  • 歌手:Nines
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    Tony Soprano 2 (Explicit) - Nines
    Composed by:Courtney Freckleton
    Aye all fun and jokes aside n***a
    I need them Nines double-entendres n***a
    Them Nines metaphors n***a
    I need you to flex and **** on everybody off this verse n***a
    I need that feelin' when you was handin' out them grills n***a
    I need that feelin' when you was handin' out them sneakers n***a
    When you had everybody locked in and talkin' n***a
    That's the feelin' that I need
    ASAP
    Uh
    I just put I just put a tonne on the back of a truck
    Me and Midgy should've won the Cannabis Cup
    I ain't put no plaques on my wall yet
    By at least five I'll send those packs to your doorstep
    In this in this music scene I'm legendary
    Raps always been secondary like February
    Told my guy "Don't come near me with no tester"
    Don't be talkin' packs 'round Siri and Alexa
    Free the gang I can't forget my celly
    I was gettin' letters in the can like alphabets spaghetti uh
    All these n***as bite my style
    I did "A-Wings Got Talent" in jail I was like Simon Cowell
    I was in cali 'round the neck like bow tie
    K-K-Kush God ***** I'm the most high
    I see these rappers actin' Holly'
    When they were out there crowd surfing
    We were catchin' bodies
    Who were they
    I ain't a tough guy I always make everybody laugh
    I could spit all my bars wearin' a polygraph
    Rap star still makin' pounds fly
    Opps tryna' turn me to stray like Ivory from How High
    Used to shot ounces
    Had a sold out tour
    But I still got more fans in my crop houses
    I spray up where you're cotchin'
    Spent all my money on packs
    I was literally weighing up my options
    They say their guns spit they ain't never done ****
    Just landed the runtz 'bout to roll up a trumpet uh
    She want a man with P but that ***** poor
    That's why I'm in her crib hiding keys like a jigsaw
    Still got food on the curb
    I pull up with this half moon I don't mean do not disturb
    Came alone could've brought an army
    If I air it out
    Forensics will have to pick up more men than Lori Harvey
    Came a long way from trappin' in the rain
    My chicks a side ***** 'cause I'm married to the game uh
    Me and Budz in Dubai on a jetski
    Sold so much coke like I'm rivals with Pepsi
    I used to break these packs down into fractions
    These n***as do way too much capping in their captions
    I'm tryna leave the game but I need a lane
    These n***as pree the chain they don't see the pain
    They sent me jail for importing w**d from Spain
    I came home in six weeks released a strain
    Still remember reloading on a Q
    We got them jungle boys it ain't Mowgli and Baloo
    The CM wishing they could bring me back
    Cah they still need gangsters like me to point their fingers at uh
    Last year I was missing rap
    I was on the wing kicking back with my n***a Skrapz
    Even though my block's full of pricks I ain't
    Nah
    And I don't trust ******* even if my chick's a saint
    Paid for my last campaign label ain't reimbursed me
    Smashed her and never picked up cah she was thirsty
    They just started I was shipping packs time ago
    Trading flavours with all the growers outside my show uh
    This ain't happened cause of luck
    **** your little chain I spend that **** at Hakkasan on duck
    To make it to a kilo that was the game plan
    When I had no 'nect like I was playing Rayman
    Used to have a thirty-eight when I was trapping in the snow
    Still got it to this day I even brang it to my show uh
    I can move a hundred keys in less than a week
    Driving through the other side like this is Sesame Street
    P***ies
    Still the same old me even though I'm rich
    And it's still gang gang I'll never switch

    Yuurd
    Nines what's good n***as