
Favela Nines (Ft. J Styles)
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[Intro: J Styles]
My niggas screaming CSB, cuh they bun fellas
Man I'm ICB, but it's the same umbrella
(Zino Records)
[Hook: J Styles]
They know where I be, I'm in the favela
Come through with the ***, my nigga got the dweller (Blaow)
Chill up in the spaceship, now got them jealous
You might have the same whip, but my one got the leathers (Extras)
They know where I be, I'm in the favela
Come through with the ***, my nigga got the dweller (Ey)
Baby I'm a go getter
Thеy know where I be, I'm in thе favela
[Verse 1: Nines]
I ain't even landed this key
My brother Lofty grew it, this is family tree (Lying I'm dying)
T-T-Trappin' crazy, talking more boxes than the back of JD
Before I sold bricks old cheap
I was runnin' through the stones, F-Flinstone feet
My album went number 1, I can't even sleep
Said I'm about to stop trappin', that lasted a week
T-T-Told him, "Wear a shirt gotta' look the part"
Then I dropped him a key, a little push to start (Hold that)
G-G-Got my gun on my waist
They don't fear Nines, till it's one in their face
My niggas screaming CSB, cuh they bun fellas
Man I'm ICB, but it's the same umbrella
(Zino Records)
[Hook: J Styles]
They know where I be, I'm in the favela
Come through with the ***, my nigga got the dweller (Blaow)
Chill up in the spaceship, now got them jealous
You might have the same whip, but my one got the leathers (Extras)
They know where I be, I'm in the favela
Come through with the ***, my nigga got the dweller (Ey)
Baby I'm a go getter
Thеy know where I be, I'm in thе favela
[Verse 1: Nines]
I ain't even landed this key
My brother Lofty grew it, this is family tree (Lying I'm dying)
T-T-Trappin' crazy, talking more boxes than the back of JD
Before I sold bricks old cheap
I was runnin' through the stones, F-Flinstone feet
My album went number 1, I can't even sleep
Said I'm about to stop trappin', that lasted a week
T-T-Told him, "Wear a shirt gotta' look the part"
Then I dropped him a key, a little push to start (Hold that)
G-G-Got my gun on my waist
They don't fear Nines, till it's one in their face
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