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Bukhari King - 9-21-18 Lyrics



Bukhari King - 9-21-18 Lyrics




It was 9 21 18
Some sipped cognac
And then some sipped lean

There was some that were nice
There was some that was mean
I was stunting with my Brodies
Make a name in the scene

There's chick that we're drunk
There were broads that were high
They were dancing and I hoped they lift their bras in the sky

They were twerking they were working it it's all in my eyes
There were Christians on the campus but were freaks in disguise

The parties in my town's
Never dumb lit
The room was way too crowded everybody jumpin

Was meeting up with a couple of chicks
Signing their bodies and shit
Rapping and taking some pics
Watching em taking a sip

White girls dancing and fellas smoking dumb weed
Bagging that chick was their way to feed the munchies

There's good times
And good vibes
Til 1 guy decided to let the gun squeeze

We were running we were jumpin out
Some were even fallin down
Cuz there was a bunch of beer and liquor spilling on the ground

Luckily I beat my bro and cousin to the whip
After dipping there was sirens from the pigs
What a trip

It wasn't the first time
A party was shot up
2 Weeks ago that happened
Then somebody got jumped

I really should thank god
We didn't get shot up
With bullets and bloodied clothing
And knowing we got done

Big facts niggas gotta let the strap go
Security ain't done nothing they let the blast go

They get their bread when their done they just dash home
It's getting crazy up in Phoenix it's a bad zone

They're like a straight woman
They don't got the strap on
A llama spraying til the red and blue flash on

Turns out that it was over a dice game
A nigga losing hella money over his price range

It's making me question if I should go and party
Without thinking about someone dying and leaving bodies

In cold blood
I've been to some close ones
Im finding parties where I leave walking instead of runnin

Either they're shot up or it's raided police is summoned
Luckily cops see em and gunning right for the gunman

We're leaving running and jumping like we were stuntman
Ran away so I wouldn't be next

Far enough so they won't see me
I catch my breath
Had to run for my life and away from death

Cousin dropped me back off hit the sack and slept
The next night looked for addys we could go to next

At the grove we were talking bout what happened
Wondered why they started clapping
And was glad we weren't laid to rest

Now its all good and done but in retrospect
I should've stayed home studying for next week's test

Damn
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It was 9 21 18
Some sipped cognac
And then some sipped lean

There was some that were nice
There was some that was mean
I was stunting with my Brodies
Make a name in the scene

There's chick that we're drunk
There were broads that were high
They were dancing and I hoped they lift their bras in the sky

They were twerking they were working it it's all in my eyes
There were Christians on the campus but were freaks in disguise

The parties in my town's
Never dumb lit
The room was way too crowded everybody jumpin

Was meeting up with a couple of chicks
Signing their bodies and shit
Rapping and taking some pics
Watching em taking a sip

White girls dancing and fellas smoking dumb weed
Bagging that chick was their way to feed the munchies

There's good times
And good vibes
Til 1 guy decided to let the gun squeeze

We were running we were jumpin out
Some were even fallin down
Cuz there was a bunch of beer and liquor spilling on the ground

Luckily I beat my bro and cousin to the whip
After dipping there was sirens from the pigs
What a trip

It wasn't the first time
A party was shot up
2 Weeks ago that happened
Then somebody got jumped

I really should thank god
We didn't get shot up
With bullets and bloodied clothing
And knowing we got done

Big facts niggas gotta let the strap go
Security ain't done nothing they let the blast go

They get their bread when their done they just dash home
It's getting crazy up in Phoenix it's a bad zone

They're like a straight woman
They don't got the strap on
A llama spraying til the red and blue flash on

Turns out that it was over a dice game
A nigga losing hella money over his price range

It's making me question if I should go and party
Without thinking about someone dying and leaving bodies

In cold blood
I've been to some close ones
Im finding parties where I leave walking instead of runnin

Either they're shot up or it's raided police is summoned
Luckily cops see em and gunning right for the gunman

We're leaving running and jumping like we were stuntman
Ran away so I wouldn't be next

Far enough so they won't see me
I catch my breath
Had to run for my life and away from death

Cousin dropped me back off hit the sack and slept
The next night looked for addys we could go to next

At the grove we were talking bout what happened
Wondered why they started clapping
And was glad we weren't laid to rest

Now its all good and done but in retrospect
I should've stayed home studying for next week's test

Damn
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