Dub - Nine Six lyrics

Yea yo Who the hottest coming out the streets now? The youngin' in them Double R denims You couldn't find with your weak style Zinfandel, for real n***as that beat trial Shrimp and maine lobster. yellow b**hes, Philippe Chow Yea, crib on the park side Condo full of b**hes, they watching Mob Wives Hardships, so its hard cash for hard times A7 with the lights, like Nicki Minaj eyes Call it moment for life b**h I shine like a million watts, glow in the light Down to make it like K Walk, balling for Rice Shoe game dumb retarded, them Napoleon Mikes Presidential like Pedro Better-yet the Rolly little n***a you psyacho And every minute count, ain't a time I let a day go by that I ain't reaching for mines & that's on bay bro 5k on the floor seats, you home looking lost with your league pa** Lame n***a, I am that n***a in each cla** Aura everything, we different, sh** I don't need swag So all the hoes want dub like the saline bag Like its all they know Play the yachts, see the s**a shorts, Hermes loafs Never talk, always heard. less words say most So I toast, to the life sipping Rose' Mo This the family, love from my set Slave talker, I'm a Harlem n***a. f** you expect? IPhone full of women, just to front on ma ex YSL, foreign sh**, 12hunnet for sweats Its Key West. for the next flight Yea. way before Curren$y said it, witness the jet-life Flow off the wall, vision vivid, the next Mike Billie Jean wit it, we come around -they step light Fly living, Versace moc necks Show you cats how to make meals, n***a this top chef Never stress beef, i getcha block wet For a few g's it'll sing to them, like Wyclef Cause you hating, that's a female move Been a joke all your life chump, you D L Hugh Round Harlem, hoes love the way the B12 cruise I leave spots missing Pete Rock, the cl smooth Ayo, grind all night, work all morning Balmain Demin, tees with the dogs on it Phone still ringing, money keep on calling Get 'em fisher-price hoops, player you're small balling I been street-dreaming, similar to that Nas sh** Raised in that era, the city feeling like 96 Pimp game ill. f**er I rhyme sick Rick Flare flow, that live, lavish and fly sh** I'm talking that Mr.Porter Golden-boy style; I'm De La Hoya with aura I know its all politic, they try to avoid ya But when you're making this much noise they can't ignore ya No. we don't play sublimes Go head and gas it up, i'll have my young boy hit you up at 85 This sh** is god's plan, but we don't wait in line Pedal to the metal, its f** it I gotta make it time. yea