Letras
You call it the struggle,
I call it the come-up
Keep it undercover,
Or else they'll find you done-up
Got aim, no need to run-up
Curving bullets like I'm wanted
Somebody, pick They're son up
Should have never picked a gun up
9 millimeter
She's there when I need her
Keep her concealed,
You don't wanna meet her
Only takes a finger,
To please her
Sweet release,
When you squeeze her
If you happen to see her
She'll make you a bleeder
9 millimeter
I know how to treat her
I Break her down and
I clean her
A Dark and
Pretty demeanor
With a look to the head
Leave a grown man dead
Just a look to the head
She'll leave a grown man dead
You call it the struggle,
I call it the come-up
Keep it undercover,
Or else they'll find you done-up
Got aim, no need to run-up
Curving bullets like I'm wanted
Somebody, pick They're son up
Should have never picked a gun up
9 millimeter
She there when I need her
Keep her concealed,
You don't wanna meet her
Only takes a finger,
To please her
Sweet release,
When you squeeze her
If you happen to see her
She'll make you a bleeder
9 millimeter
I know how to treat her
I Break her down and
I clean her
A Dark and
Pretty demeanor
With a look to the head
Leave a grown man dead
Just a look to the head
She'll leave a grown man dead