Nineteen Ninety ft. R2bees Lyrics

Nineteen Ninety ft. R2bees - Omar Sterling

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G-yeah, ugh! (this is)

I'm from back in the days, ash in the train

Kush so loud, I can't feel my face

So far gone I think I am Drake

No, I am not, I am Pae

I pay my dues, real niggas can relate

All my niggas rich, so what we conversate

All my niggas rich, so what we conversate

I said all ma niggas rich, so what we conversate

We talk about things that you love to hate

The holidays, the Miami

Dubai they no dey high I no dey like the place (no!)

Dubai they no dey high I no dey like the place (no!)

The only high be skydive, which kind high be this?

High be skydive, which kind high be this? (High be this, way up)

High be skydive, which kind high be this? (Way up)

High be skydive, which kind high be this?

Champagne for the pain if you know what I'm saying

The high is for the Lord, and I've been in that basement

Every day, we make money, we make money

All you do is talk money, you talk money

Pretty girls say we get game buh we still dey play

Hello

Every flow we tryna take you back, back to the fact

Back to the fact while we rap

Back to the '90s, back to the pele pele Gs

Back to the white tees

I'm talkin' white baggy tees, back to the walees

This is hip hop and is your boy on the microphone

This is it, like they wanna leave Mike alone

The key to success, I'm sure is on the xylophone

Play a part, but make sure you don't dance alone

Yes, yes, you know our game plan

Smoke trees get money errday is the same sun

You win some and some lost ones

I'm the God son, shoutout Nasty Nas, I'm the core fan

Look, look, now look at chu

You mess your now up, and you did your future too

Future look bright, bright, bright, that the Sky's blue

Your future look just like Jay-Z's Ivy blue

What happened to you?

Champagne for the pain if you know what I'm saying

The high is for the Lord, and I've been in that basement

Every day, we make money, we make money

All you do is talk money, talk money

Pretty girls say we got game buh we still dey play

Hello

Hello

Every day, we make money, we make money

All you do is talk money, talk money

Pretty girls say we got game buh we still dey play

Hello

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Omar Sterling