Triple 6 Songtext
von Dom Corleo

(We need to cook)
(Perfect!)

9 shit, 9 shit, 9 shit
Swing that upside down, yeah, that′s my shit, my shit
They don't know how to get fly, that′s just my shit, my shit
Yeah, I'm sippin' on pints with full money, not divided
I′m on some rockstar shit, yeah, I got rockstar swag
And I be with an emo bitch, got her eyes blacked out, she bad
I got like one or two more sticks that I gotta tote, can′t go out bad
I got like 300 new whips in the parkin' lot, which one we drive?


3000 $5′s, Donald Glover
Yes, I'll fuck her, but I do not love her
I′ma lose her, no, I am not no lover
I'm a lame rockin′ undercover
Fuck the cool ones like a bad kid
I still fuck a bad ho 'cause I'm a bad kid
Yeah, we gon′ fuck around ′cause we gon' get active
Selling bricks, yeah, I′m fuckin' taxin′
I got four of them in my cup
Yeah, we sippin' syrup, gotta kick the cup
And that marijuana, it be my lunch
I got a bad habit with the drugs
I need a pound, give me that
Bitch a ho, take her back
She reside where I stay at
Shittin′ on 'em, take that
My way, I made that
Sons, I make that
Dick, she take that
9 shit, yeah-yeah

9 shit, 9 shit, 9 shit
Swing that upside down, yeah, that's my shit, my shit
They don′t know how to get fly, that′s just my shit, my shit
Yeah, I'm sippin′ on pints with full money, not divided
I'm on some rockstar shit, yeah, I got rockstar swag
And I be with an emo bitch, got her eyes blacked out, she bad
I got like one or two more sticks that I gotta tote, can′t go out bad
I got like 300 new whips in the parkin' lot, which one we drive?