
Gave It All Nines
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[Intro: Aaliyah]
I gave it all to you, with no questions asked
I gave it all...
I gave it all... Serious
I gave it...
[Chorus: Aaliyah]
I gave it all to you, with no questions asked
I wanted a future, who cares about the past?
I gave it all to you, with no questions asked
I wanted a future, who cares about the past?
[Verse 1: Nines]
I'm getting money now these bitches wanna holla
I'm in the tents talkin to the crops like the Little Shop of Horror
My shows the modern-day J Dilla
Her brain was five out of ten
I need the head better like a painkiller
It's just another day on the strip
Kids asking if they're changing my whip or I'm weighing up bricks
Then it's back to the pimp palace
Take a trip, Paris
No luggage when we in Wonderland like that chick Alice
The strip's hot, I need to cool off
My game's tight
I could probably scoop Alesha Dixon with all my jewels off
Dropping off these packages like Rudolph
Probably whip the strally on the crowd if I ever get booed off
Million views, I don't act like I'm famous
Still on the stoop where niggas keep crack in their anus
I got kicked out of school then before you knew
I bought a Q and gave it all to you
I gave it all to you, with no questions asked
I gave it all...
I gave it all... Serious
I gave it...
[Chorus: Aaliyah]
I gave it all to you, with no questions asked
I wanted a future, who cares about the past?
I gave it all to you, with no questions asked
I wanted a future, who cares about the past?
[Verse 1: Nines]
I'm getting money now these bitches wanna holla
I'm in the tents talkin to the crops like the Little Shop of Horror
My shows the modern-day J Dilla
Her brain was five out of ten
I need the head better like a painkiller
It's just another day on the strip
Kids asking if they're changing my whip or I'm weighing up bricks
Then it's back to the pimp palace
Take a trip, Paris
No luggage when we in Wonderland like that chick Alice
The strip's hot, I need to cool off
My game's tight
I could probably scoop Alesha Dixon with all my jewels off
Dropping off these packages like Rudolph
Probably whip the strally on the crowd if I ever get booed off
Million views, I don't act like I'm famous
Still on the stoop where niggas keep crack in their anus
I got kicked out of school then before you knew
I bought a Q and gave it all to you
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