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lirik lagu 6 deep – manny laurenko, t$an & j dlux

[intro]
(hi manny)

[chorus: t$an]
yeah, racks fresh out the bag, still crispy
no new n*ggas ’round me, sh*t too risky
big ass ‘burban ridin’ all around the city
watch you pay the rent, what i left for a tip
come and take a sip, higher than a blimp
rockin’ all this fur, n*ggas thought i was a chimp
diamonds on me, blacker than shawn kemp
bro got the stick tucked, why he walk with a limp

[post*chorus: t$an]
just pulled up, came through six deep
countin’ up racks, got a bad b*tch to assist me
not a scat pack, this a h*llcat, can’t catch me
dashboard said that i’m doin’ 160
there’s six bad b*tches on me, one kissed me
yeah, cheese on me, mickey mouse, walt disney
n*gga want smoke, f*ck it, get the whole chimney

[verse 1: t$an]
[?] don’t got no ending (go)
keep makin’ money everyday, keep spending (go)
asked, “can he get a verse?” well, that’s still pending (go)
i don’t even [?] ’cause i ain’t landing (yeah)
i’ma need a twenty*piece, no i ain’t [?] (yeah)
baby girl a freak, yeah, her back keep bending (yeah)
yeah, all these n*ggas cap, they love pretending (go)
pour it up, mix it up like i’m bartending
n*gga speakin’ on me, must be trending
get clean everyday, no need for a fl!ck
i don’t f*ck with none of y’all n*ggas, [?] sh*t
can’t f*ck with none of y’all n*ggas, y’all fake
got a few bands up, [?]
n*gga, you a b*tch, if i breathe, you would flinch
shawty, bring the racks home, yeah, girl, make me rich
yeah, amber alert, just flooded my wrist (j*j*j*just flooded my wrist)
[chorus: t$an]
yeah, racks fresh out the bag, still crispy
no new n*ggas ’round me, sh*t too risky
big ass ‘burban ridin’ all around the city
watch you pay the rent, what i left for a tip
come and take a sip, higher than a blimp
rockin’ all this fur, n*ggas thought i was a chimp
diamonds on me, blacker than shawn kemp
bro got the stick tucked, why he walk with a limp

[verse 2: j dlux]
ha, already leased, back, used to like muscle cars
see, i got a sport, then a n*gga my switch
ever seen a handgun turn to a fully*automatic? i could show you what it’s like with a switch
got shades, i don’t see a n*gga ’til a light switch
b*tterflies in her stomach but she make mine sick
if it ain’t about the racks then that sh*t nonsense
hope he got a trigger finger ’cause he make mine inch
b*tches lookin’ for reactions but they won’t find sh*t
i like money, s*x, drugs, all that type sh*t
i like chains, gold slugs, all that type sh*t
why these n*ggas post guns but they won’t slide sh*t? (nah)
say my grace before i eat on this five*star b*tch
know that sh*t kicked in when your eyes start twitchin’
my car hot, these speed bumps geeked up engine (phew)
f*cked that b*tch one time, told her, “keep up with me,” (phew)
[chorus: t$an]
yeah, racks fresh out the bag, still crispy
no new n*ggas ’round me, sh*t too risky
big ass ‘burban ridin’ all around the city
watch you pay the rent, what i left for a tip
come and take a sip, higher than a blimp
rockin’ all this fur, n*ggas thought i was a chimp
diamonds on me, blacker than shawn kemp
bro got the stick tucked, why he walk with a limp

[outro: t$an]
(go, go, yeah)

- manny laurenko tan j dlux

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