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Yung Pinch Cloud 9


Won't you tell me what I want to hear
Won't you tell me what I want to hear
Won't you tell me what I want to hear

Y'all be on some hoe shit
I'm just sipping potion
Chilling by the sea yeah
The city by the ocean

You know what I'm smoking
On that potent
I'm on that cloud 9
Yeah bitch I be floating

Y'all be on some hoe shit
I just do my own shit
Focus on the money nowadays that's some grown shit
(...) flight I just got flown in

Wheres your bitch at is she finna slide through
Wonder why she want to hide you
Wonder why you always lied to
Cause you the one she gonna cry to

I'm the young man running through the city like I'm Bruce Wayne
I switch up bitches when my mood change
Young boy but I do things
Young boy but I do things

I'ma break it down for you right now
24 hours out the day I be working
I'ma break it down for you right now
24 hours out the day she be twerking

I get that work in
I get that work in

Y'all be on some hoe shit
I be on my own shit
Focus on the money nowadays
I be on some grown shit

Still sipping on that potion
Still smoking on that potent
Cloud 9 private jets when we fly
Yeah you know that I stay floating

Y'all be on some hoe shit
I just do my own shit
Worry about me then you must've lost focus
Worry about me then you must've lost focus

Y'all be on some hoe shit
I just do my own shit
Worry about me then you must've lost focus
Worry about me then you must've lost focus

I be on some
I be on some grown shit
Moving on my own shit

I guess this is how it goes
Shawty wonder why
I can't keep her close
I been on the rise

Rocking all these shows
Every other night
Hit me when you're home
You should come by

I just sent a car
You could come and stay
We could have some fun
There ain't much to say

We knew what it was
She said it depends

Ever since then we ain't really been friends
And ever since then she the one I can't stand

Saying I'm a man now she gone with the wind
Gone with the wind

Free my homeboys
I'm working so when you come back it's in a Rolls Royce

I know what the juice and the streets do
Only cry when homies die and their knees bent
Yeah hit 50 for the beef



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