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9-9-98 (feat. Sam Niven) Video (MV)




Performed By: Derek Sean
Length: 2:29
Written by: Derek Gibson




Derek Sean - 9-9-98 (feat. Sam Niven) Lyrics




I been the only light in a room like I was Nyck Caution
These bastards acting like they whispering but
I can hear 'em talking
I walk around the room like a nightmare walking
And I'm stocking these goons
I get my prey often
Suck this d*ck
Just kidding get up off it
Cower before me like I was reppin' the army
With a Goliath that is ornery and the honorary
Member is the night of September

Nine to the nine to the ninety-eight
That's the year these motherf*ckers won't forget
'Cause that's the year I was born and faced the storm home
Now I'm grown and I'm running straight at ya strong hold

Nine to the nine to the ninety-eight
Nine to the nine to the ninety-eight
Nine to the nine to the ninety-eight
That's the year these motherf*ckers won't forget

Spread it with the butter
Never let 'em wonder
One two three like a paradise lover
And ya n*ggas never know the flow off the dome
And ya stick 'em with the knife
But they never going home
And I told 'em
Motherf*cker hit 'em like a totem
Generate the power like a wifi motem
And ya girl hit my line like she hittin' my scrodum
And ya girl hit my line like she hittin' my scrodum
And ya girl hit my line like she hittin' my scrodum
And ya girl hit my line like she hittin' my scrodum

Trippin' and sippin' a bit
Thinkin' of takin' a hit
Lickin' at ya lips but ya never takin' the hint
And the sweet serendipity of hearin' these lyrics
Searing the pain of nearing the end of the cheering
Motherf*cker rippin' the end of the steering wheel
Rearing tearing up you'd think I had enough
But here I am pushing your jaws up
I laugh at your jobs bruh
Nine to five while I'm home
Chillen' killen' these villians still in my pjs
Maybe watching some Ellen
Ya always gotta sell 'em on yourself
That's how you gain the wealth
I sneak up on ya that's the stealth mode
If ya don't know my flow go harder than my elbow
But bro
Chill out sit down relax
This shit come out easier than if you took an ex-lax
Play this for your ex and then consider her slapped
I played this for your ex and then I laughed

Nine to the nine to the ninety-eight
Nine to the nine to the ninety-eight
Nine to the nine to the ninety-eight
That's the year these motherf*ckers won't forget

Nine to the nine to the ninety-eight
That's the year these motherf*ckers won't forget
'Cause that's the year I was born and faced the storm home
Now I'm grown and I'm running straight at ya strong hold
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I been the only light in a room like I was Nyck Caution
These bastards acting like they whispering but
I can hear 'em talking
I walk around the room like a nightmare walking
And I'm stocking these goons
I get my prey often
Suck this d*ck
Just kidding get up off it
Cower before me like I was reppin' the army
With a Goliath that is ornery and the honorary
Member is the night of September

Nine to the nine to the ninety-eight
That's the year these motherf*ckers won't forget
'Cause that's the year I was born and faced the storm home
Now I'm grown and I'm running straight at ya strong hold

Nine to the nine to the ninety-eight
Nine to the nine to the ninety-eight
Nine to the nine to the ninety-eight
That's the year these motherf*ckers won't forget

Spread it with the butter
Never let 'em wonder
One two three like a paradise lover
And ya n*ggas never know the flow off the dome
And ya stick 'em with the knife
But they never going home
And I told 'em
Motherf*cker hit 'em like a totem
Generate the power like a wifi motem
And ya girl hit my line like she hittin' my scrodum
And ya girl hit my line like she hittin' my scrodum
And ya girl hit my line like she hittin' my scrodum
And ya girl hit my line like she hittin' my scrodum

Trippin' and sippin' a bit
Thinkin' of takin' a hit
Lickin' at ya lips but ya never takin' the hint
And the sweet serendipity of hearin' these lyrics
Searing the pain of nearing the end of the cheering
Motherf*cker rippin' the end of the steering wheel
Rearing tearing up you'd think I had enough
But here I am pushing your jaws up
I laugh at your jobs bruh
Nine to five while I'm home
Chillen' killen' these villians still in my pjs
Maybe watching some Ellen
Ya always gotta sell 'em on yourself
That's how you gain the wealth
I sneak up on ya that's the stealth mode
If ya don't know my flow go harder than my elbow
But bro
Chill out sit down relax
This shit come out easier than if you took an ex-lax
Play this for your ex and then consider her slapped
I played this for your ex and then I laughed

Nine to the nine to the ninety-eight
Nine to the nine to the ninety-eight
Nine to the nine to the ninety-eight
That's the year these motherf*ckers won't forget

Nine to the nine to the ninety-eight
That's the year these motherf*ckers won't forget
'Cause that's the year I was born and faced the storm home
Now I'm grown and I'm running straight at ya strong hold
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Writer: Derek Gibson
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