Is that yours or is that mines
Even if we ain't doing shit 12 pulling up just to check n see every time
Bought a gold Rollie but I can work so I can't even tell you the time
And that's yo bitch but she suck me up like she mines
Is that yours or is that mines
Rip his pockets off thumbing through all his shit like its mines
Smoking big zips, of some good gas, it's loud idk what kind
I got 2 Nines, if it's 30s on they mines
No pretending, I was steady flippin, started spending shit to make it back.
Put my money on it, put my homies on it bet you lacking ass don't make it back
That's mines boa, ain't shit for sale in this trap house but the pack
And that's my shit not yo shit like my name wrote on the back
F*ck a model off a flat
Break the lil bitch back
Breaking records ina trap
Break rules
Breaking doors down with that mf Mac
We just Breaking laws cause we black
Breaking gates hawking opps all
Break the zip of that OZ
Fill the whole room with that pack
Is that yours or is that mines
Even if we ain't doing shit 12 pulling up just to check n see every time
Bought a gold Rollie but I can work so I can't even tell you the time
And that's yo bitch but she suck me up like she mines
Is that yours or is that mines
Rip his pockets off thumbing through all his shit like its mines
Smoking big zips, of some good gas, it's loud idk what kind
I got 2 Nines, if it's 30s on they mines
Kick the mikes in the trap house damn near forgot which ones mines
Hella rooms in this bitch, if I can't get the kitchen which one mines
Hella hoes running round n round in just tryna find mines
And MoB don't love no bitch but we each hit them hoes from behind
Hit the target if I'm blind
Bells ringing
Bailing out tryna paint his from behind
From his coconut to his spine
Vell clapping shit, while I'm flanking shit from behind
And we don't know who kilt em, but we both put his ass in that line
Tj2nines - Mine Lyrics
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Is that yours or is that mines
Even if we ain't doing shit 12 pulling up just to check n see every time
Bought a gold Rollie but I can work so I can't even tell you the time
And that's yo bitch but she suck me up like she mines
Is that yours or is that mines
Rip his pockets off thumbing through all his shit like its mines
Smoking big zips, of some good gas, it's loud idk what kind
I got 2 Nines, if it's 30s on they mines
No pretending, I was steady flippin, started spending shit to make it back.
Put my money on it, put my homies on it bet you lacking ass don't make it back
That's mines boa, ain't shit for sale in this trap house but the pack
And that's my shit not yo shit like my name wrote on the back
F*ck a model off a flat
Break the lil bitch back
Breaking records ina trap
Break rules
Breaking doors down with that mf Mac
We just Breaking laws cause we black
Breaking gates hawking opps all
Break the zip of that OZ
Fill the whole room with that pack
Is that yours or is that mines
Even if we ain't doing shit 12 pulling up just to check n see every time
Bought a gold Rollie but I can work so I can't even tell you the time
And that's yo bitch but she suck me up like she mines
Is that yours or is that mines
Rip his pockets off thumbing through all his shit like its mines
Smoking big zips, of some good gas, it's loud idk what kind
I got 2 Nines, if it's 30s on they mines
Kick the mikes in the trap house damn near forgot which ones mines
Hella rooms in this bitch, if I can't get the kitchen which one mines
Hella hoes running round n round in just tryna find mines
And MoB don't love no bitch but we each hit them hoes from behind
Hit the target if I'm blind
Bells ringing
Bailing out tryna paint his from behind
From his coconut to his spine
Vell clapping shit, while I'm flanking shit from behind
And we don't know who kilt em, but we both put his ass in that line
Even if we ain't doing shit 12 pulling up just to check n see every time
Bought a gold Rollie but I can work so I can't even tell you the time
And that's yo bitch but she suck me up like she mines
Is that yours or is that mines
Rip his pockets off thumbing through all his shit like its mines
Smoking big zips, of some good gas, it's loud idk what kind
I got 2 Nines, if it's 30s on they mines
No pretending, I was steady flippin, started spending shit to make it back.
Put my money on it, put my homies on it bet you lacking ass don't make it back
That's mines boa, ain't shit for sale in this trap house but the pack
And that's my shit not yo shit like my name wrote on the back
F*ck a model off a flat
Break the lil bitch back
Breaking records ina trap
Break rules
Breaking doors down with that mf Mac
We just Breaking laws cause we black
Breaking gates hawking opps all
Break the zip of that OZ
Fill the whole room with that pack
Is that yours or is that mines
Even if we ain't doing shit 12 pulling up just to check n see every time
Bought a gold Rollie but I can work so I can't even tell you the time
And that's yo bitch but she suck me up like she mines
Is that yours or is that mines
Rip his pockets off thumbing through all his shit like its mines
Smoking big zips, of some good gas, it's loud idk what kind
I got 2 Nines, if it's 30s on they mines
Kick the mikes in the trap house damn near forgot which ones mines
Hella rooms in this bitch, if I can't get the kitchen which one mines
Hella hoes running round n round in just tryna find mines
And MoB don't love no bitch but we each hit them hoes from behind
Hit the target if I'm blind
Bells ringing
Bailing out tryna paint his from behind
From his coconut to his spine
Vell clapping shit, while I'm flanking shit from behind
And we don't know who kilt em, but we both put his ass in that line
Writer: Tj2nines
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