Delilah - Stacey Adams lyrics

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Delilah - Stacey Adams lyrics

[Intro: Delilah] Twenty-one I stumbled 'fore they came to get you You locked yourself away Steady on The guilty trials they'll send to test you I swear I cried that day But I'll wait.... [Verse 1: Nines] Me and T getting long dough Drove all the way to Amsterdam, just to have a three minute convo Why do nice guys always finish last, went on holiday we were the only ratchet n***as in business cla** First it was AJ, now Moncler every day Armani I'm sorry I keep blowing up Still ride out team, hand on my heart See them shook n***as freeze up, I ran because I'm smart Fans chatting like they know about the drama But after we shoot n***as up i can't post it up after How's he sitting on that grub with all them nitties on the road Fiends outside my trap look like Call of Duty Zombie mode Might aswell get a job, old geeza Cause he's been dealing with a Q since Moesha How's his re-up looking like a f**ing Malteser Can't find a n***a in the city with them O's cheaper It's Nines [Skit: Nines] Bruh I come out my yard B I see some random n***as painting them f**ing lamp posts B There's like 20 other lamp posts that ain't painted You really think those guys come to paint those lamp post, You'd think these guys are feds my G There'd be f**ing dodgy postmen All sorts of funny BT vans driving around B The hood pepper It's mad [Verse 2: Nines] Me and supa flying down to west b**hes say I'm looking fly I ain't even dressed Them paigons can't walk the streets without a vest Looking over their shoulder like a n***as tryna cheat on a test Acting like he's shotting all that coke Looking invisible like he's got on Harry Potter's cloak I been thinking about buying me a parcel And if it's TT, then n***a why I need a sample The rap game need me, I don't need rap Food so peng I told the B cat, "I don't need no feedback" My n***as really gang bang AK leave a n***a's whip in the air like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang If I rob my plug that would change my life But I'm loyal to the soil mumsy raised me right Do I look like I care if the industry don't f** with me I'm just washing up this money like it's cutlery It's Nines