Nineteen

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Tate Kobang - Rap

Nineteen

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[Verse 1] She bad So bad We smash On site Big guns Want war We smash On site No bad hoes No time Smoke green No wire Do a hundred blunts On a slow night Still in the field rappin' for the low lifes Northside nigga want it bad All I ever wanted was a drag Granny steady askin' 'bout my flag Tell her this is all I've ever had But I still give away my last Baby mama trippin' sayin' I ain't shit I know that I ain't shit But you ain't got to tell me I ain't shit Lately I've been caught up in the Matrix Like it really makes sense I am not a nigga you should play with FN is something I stay with Niggas know I'm dope but ain't no tellin' what I'm laced with Got the Lord [?] only wanna taste it You know me - If I ain't got it I'ma go and take shit Bitches gettin' fauled in the field movin' flagrant You can smell the money blue face with the fragrance Shorty ride [?] Jamaicans Seen a lot of things, she know better than to say shit [Chorus] I pull up Pour up Roll up Alright She on I'm on We fuck All night Your lane My lane Your car On sprite Get bags Big bags Count up Alright Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright [Verse 2] Busy gettin' money 'cause I gotta Growin' up was hard ain't had a dollar Off brand polo with the creases in the collar Now these hoes see me get to throwin' me vagina Gang members all in my clique Ratchet hoes all on my dick Niggas that I don't really fuck with Climbin' over bitches just go get [?] I don't owe a pussy nigga shit I done told you hoes off the rip Catch me [?] and you got it Nigga you can keep it if you take it from my pocket Shorty hit a missile call it rocket Silent ways couldn't wait to drip it Book me for a show and I'ma rock it We can do whatever for the profit Every time you goofy niggas talk I'ma top it Tell her then she stop it 'Fore I had a profit [Chorus] I pull up Pour up Roll up Alright She on I'm on We fuck All night Your lane My lane Your car On sprite Get bags Big bags Count up Alright Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright

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  • Tate Kobang