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lirik lagu give me 6 – e-40

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[intro]
rick rack beats

[chorus]
n*gga give me six (six, six, six)
n*gga give me six (six, six, six)
n*gga give me six (six, six, six)
give me six feet and an ounce of sp*ce
give me six feet and an ounce of sp*ce (n*gga give me six)
give me six feet and an ounce of sp*ce
give me six feet and an ounce of sp*ce

[verse 1]
ain’t nothin’ between us but sp*ce and opportunity
no time for childish sh*t and buffoonery
i sneeze around peons, achee
i don’t want no clowns hanging ’round me
gotta peep the borderlines haters on the cuffs
it’s hard trust the people that you trust
the closest one to you that always borrow
i line you up tomorrow for some marbles
i can look a human in the eye like a [?]
and tell right away that he ain’t no good guy
’cause energy in this aura ain’t connected
he jealous his pockets is anorexic
when i was twenty*one, my dream was twenty to one
i accept all my failures and didn’t blame anyone
sign h*lla cousins to your label and they rap
chances are a couple gon’ stab your ass in the back
[chorus]
n*gga give me six (six, six, six)
n*gga give me six (six, six, six)
n*gga give me six (six, six, six)
give me six feet and an ounce of sp*ce
give me six feet and an ounce of sp*ce (n*gga give me six)
give me six feet and an ounce of sp*ce
give me six feet and an ounce of sp*ce

[verse 2]
bad bidness, i don’t practice
i’m ganged up and sharp like a cactus
i’m all over it like flour on raw chicken
i don’t bogus sh*t ain’t no [?]
get nap, i done mastered then perfect the art of gassin’
twenty*two years of heat, not once did i fall asleep
if he’s [?] then i won’t need
we can’t be friends if 40 ain’t your top ten
don’t ever mention my name in the same sentences as sucka sh*t
the bay is what i claim and i never been in public
i been at workin’ in virtual meetings all day
when i slap gospel music, i play the homie lil’ cray
i’m a veteran but i’m kind and i’m [?]
every word that i say can be a song
uh, rap like i’m poor
west coast best, mount rushmore
[chorus]
n*gga give me six (six, six, six)
n*gga give me six (six, six, six)
n*gga give me six (six, six, six)
give me six feet and an ounce of sp*ce
give me six feet and an ounce of sp*ce (n*gga give me six)
give me six feet and an ounce of sp*ce
give me six feet and an ounce of sp*ce

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