Channel #9

[Intro]

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What?

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[Verse 1]

Chanel N°9 what my bitch wanna wear

I can't put my hoe in no Balenciagas

When I'm in the trap house I get the dollars

I do anything to go get me some money

From sunday to sunday I'm serving junkies

[?] I'm ripping and running

Don't play with me I get to gunning

Was down on my dick, I ain't had nothing

I never asked for much, I had to make it out

In the trap house the junkies [?] out

I don't know what these niggas talking 'bout

I live everything these niggas rap about

I don't know why they go the capper route

Pull up on your block and pull the ratchet out

They like "Fleechy, why the fuck you spazzing out?"

I don't know why these niggas acting out

These niggas acting like they with the shit

Like I ain't gon' pull up with the glick

Like I ain't gon' pull up with a hundred in the stick

Aim it at any nigga, watch how they dip

These niggas act like they really on this shit

Like I won't pull up and fire off the rip

Like I won't pull this big ass glick off my hip

Better duck when I get to shooting shit

I might knock your fucking head off

Try to run we take your legs off

Getting money, then I sped out

I'm in that 4-0 thang

Jump out that bitch with four gold chain

Work in the trap house, I do a delivery

I'm in the trap house, they can not get rid of me

The junkies'll never get sick of me

I got that straight drop, work is that A1

I dare a nigga to say some'

I got my pistol, it take some'

I load this pistol and spray some'

[Intermission]

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[Verse 2]

Bust down the bezel, can't do a plain jane

In interrogations, saying no name

These niggas pussy, they playing games

We pull up with that choppa, start spraying shit

Y'all niggas really some bitches and pussies

I shoot a nigga for talking and looking

Bitch I'm slimy and crooked

Don't leave no shit 'round me, my nigga, I'll book you

[Intermission]

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[Verse 3]

Probably was gon' put a hook on this shit, but instead I'll probably go all in

In the pot, nigga, go all in

Since a young nigga I been ballin'

I jumped out that [?], then I jumped in that foreign

I made a way for me and mine to all win

I'm the nigga that they wanna be

I'm the nigga that they try to be

I told my bitch "You just keep it a hundred, you get whatever, just don't lie to me"

I don't know nun' but Robin jeans, I don't want nun' but Robin jeans

[Outro]

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