ฟังเพลงTony Soprano 3 (Explicit)

Tony Soprano 3 (Explicit) - Nines

Lyrics by：Nines

Composed by：RQ1of1/JC3

Produced by：RQ1of1/JC3

I had half of London high

With this kind of yay the fiends touch the sky

Zino died I had to move like a boss

Snatch my chain it could pay for your funeral cost

These ******* make me wanna change number

I had zips in the hood like a Bape jumper

Last night the gang chilled

I drank so much I had a liver pool like Anfield

He says he's getting dough but I'm not sure

You see that nigga's chains I got golf clubs that cost more

Me and my nigga Carlos in the lab

Gotta go hard or go yard like my ******* bag

I thought she would never lie till she changed on me like a Gemini

They robbed of course they'll rob me if they could

And they wonder why I hardly be in the hood let's go

Even on the school run I've got my ting

Missed my daughter's first birthday I was on the wing

And it was only for a year and it still aged me

I got niggas doing thirty it must feel crazy

Big four fizzy on me pray I don't get stopped

My nigga's girl left before he hopped off the sweat box

I went Fashion Week and I bought a plus three

And when them cell doors closed it was just me

I've seen mad losses

Now the mansion's so big I need three tag boxes

When every label was tryna sign me

I had every plug in the country tryna find me

I'm the worker the plug and the middle man

Heard that nigga got a 9 to 5 who's a likkle man p***y

When we out in DBX them hoes get excited

I just pray none of my niggas get extradited

I'm trying to decide should I cop the rainbow dial

Put my pride to the side

I wanted to be like BMF I turned into Meech

Still on my grind now I just work from a beach

We'll call you don't call us

You don't get p***y roll with me I made my whole tour buss

I don't care about a ho's feelings

Went back to the hood I ain't used to the low ceilings uh uh

CSB we the actual mob

Tryna get these billions like Axelrod

These niggas ain't plugs they've got expensive prices

Had to pay the governor he tried to send me Isis

In the kitchen whipping up a potion

My lighthouse ain't in the middle of the ocean nigga

She crossed the line

My nigga caught his girl cheating and ain't leave

Fam he lost his mind

They're lying on the 'Gram about watches they can't afford

You've got too much time on your hands uh

I always knew you was a hater

Fam you ain't a hitta 'cause you're at the range shooting at some paper

I'm the blueprint like Jay Z

I ain't ****** her forever and she's still tryna claim me

The streets are crazy there's no telling who will die next

Send my youngers shop for a blender and a Pyrex

I just had to set a plan

I just wanted Danielle or Keisha and a TT like Mega Man

All these grown men gossipin'

They don't wanna see me in the field masked up like Osimhen

I'm still here I seen the rest fall

My chick's bum's soft I just squeeze it like a stress ball

Fly my girl Italy like "Let's roam"

Crop Circle chain glowing like it's fresh home

Free my nigga Jazzy that's my family

I posted "Free Palestine" they shadow banned me it's Nines