CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Lights
Lie, lie, lie, somebody tellin' lies on me
Know what happened last summer, why'd you lie? Oh
(Zino Records, hahahaha)
My n***a asked me if I'm strapped, told him "Course I got the ting"
f**k a middle man, I even get my water from the spring
Copped my chick a mink, got her lookin' like a polar bear
Chauffeur outside and I ain't goin' nowhere
No one helped me in this maze
Doubled up my re-up then I gave myself a raise
Now I'm wealthy off the haze
Used to throw my shot a key's
Now he owe me couple G's
If we was on jail, I woulda thrown him off the freeze, uh
I was gettin' paid before my deal
I ain't ever had a job, my first payslip was a meal
Still remember all them dead nights
When my block was like Amsterdam
b*t*hes sellin' pu**y from the red lights
I did crops with the scousers
I had Glocks in my trousers
They was droppin' me ounces
Now we're shoppin' for houses
I was pedalling pies of heroin
Rich n***a sh*t, I eat fries with everything, uh
There ain't a summer I ain't shell the block
Came through on R1's doin' twelve o'clock
When my album drops, the whole world should stop
And my new crop's louder than Jurgen Klopp
It's Nines
Know what happened last summer, why'd you lie? Oh
(Zino Records, hahahaha)
My n***a asked me if I'm strapped, told him "Course I got the ting"
f**k a middle man, I even get my water from the spring
Copped my chick a mink, got her lookin' like a polar bear
Chauffeur outside and I ain't goin' nowhere
No one helped me in this maze
Doubled up my re-up then I gave myself a raise
Now I'm wealthy off the haze
Used to throw my shot a key's
Now he owe me couple G's
If we was on jail, I woulda thrown him off the freeze, uh
I was gettin' paid before my deal
I ain't ever had a job, my first payslip was a meal
Still remember all them dead nights
When my block was like Amsterdam
b*t*hes sellin' pu**y from the red lights
I did crops with the scousers
I had Glocks in my trousers
They was droppin' me ounces
Now we're shoppin' for houses
I was pedalling pies of heroin
Rich n***a sh*t, I eat fries with everything, uh
There ain't a summer I ain't shell the block
Came through on R1's doin' twelve o'clock
When my album drops, the whole world should stop
And my new crop's louder than Jurgen Klopp
It's Nines
