Lyrics If Six Was Nine - Kumazis!
Old
head
bitch,
Tryna
join
on
the
major
league
Old
head
bitch,
Tryna
join
on
the
major
league
Got
shorty
trying
to
join
my
team
Got
shorty
trying
to
fuck
with
me
Tryna
tell
shorty
don't
tweak
I
turn
the
six
to
a
nine
though
(I
turn
the
six
to
a
nine)
Tryna
tell
shorty
don't
hit
my
line
though
Said
he
was
P,
but
he
gone
crash
on
hoes
(crash
out
crash
out)
I'm
tryna
get
rich,
tryna
stack
and
ghost
(ghost)
I
been
considered
a
demon,
a
pussy
fanatic
Niggas
trying
to
change
on
the
boy,
hell
nah
shit
tragic
(shit
get
tragic,
yeah)
Pass
my
guy
Addey
the
cup,
the
boy
got
to
have
it
(yeah,
yeah)
I
can't
stop
chasing
a
bag,
this
shit
is
a
habit
Boy
talk
too
much
shit,
go
sit
on
the
bench
Before
I
send
my
guys
outside
with
that
wrench
Black
on
black,
on
black,
on
black,
on
black,
on
black
I
still
rock
Ricks,
filling
my
cup
with
the
mud
Sip
that
shit,
no
sense
I'm
tryna
put
out
a
hit
Pay
your
momma's
rent
Put
out
a
hit
Shoot
out
the
house
your
momma's
in
Label
done
cut
me
a
deal,
shit
look
promising
Niggas
still
thinking
they
rich,
label
only
cut
like
5 percent
Phone
on
DND,
hoe
trying
to
link
me
still
I
turn
to
a
bad
guy,
I
ain't
tryna
pop
no
pill
He
still
on
the
ave,
guy,
I'm
trying
to
make
me
a
million
Shorty
know
I'm
a
bad
guy,
I
don't
give
a
fuck
what
you
feel
I
turn
the
six
to
a
nine
though
(I
turn
the
six
to
a
nine)
Tryna
tell
shorty
don't
hit
my
line
though
Said
he
was
P,
but
he
gone
crash
on
hoes
I'm
tryna
get
rich,
tryna
stack
and
ghost
(crash
out
crash
out)
I
turn
the
six
to
a
nine
though
(I
turn
the
six
to
a
nine)
Tryna
tell
shorty
don't
hit
my
line
though
Said
he
was
P,
but
he
gone
crash
on
hoes
(crash
out
crash
out)
I'm
tryna
get
rich,
tryna
stack
and
ghost
(ghost)
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