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lirik lagu big 6 – six ward von

[intro: rmc mike]
hah
(it’s a wayne beat)
b*tch
you know what the f*ck goin’ on
(1800 for you)
ayy

[verse 1: rmc mike]
sip a pint with two to boot, yeah, that’s rémy brother
glock 22 with ten mil’, it came penny colored
when it come to the lean, i don’t drink any color
b*tch tucked the bag so fast, she a hemi stuffer
strippin’, i just went to f*ck a b*tch and didn’t bring a rubber
matter fact, it’s two dirty b*tches, made ’em clean each other
cut into an insecure b*tch like, “we need each other”
why not? bet i see the p*ssy way before we meet each other
i’m a different n*gga, trick with a b*tch and then treat her
okay, psych, gave her back to the streets, i didn’t need her
kidnapped the b*tch for three whole days and didn’t feed her
f*ck, i think she died on me
talkin’ to a b*tch that’s a seven with a dime on me
twenty racks for this 41, didn’t set the time on it
f*cked the b*tch, nutted quick as h*ll, we had five moments
made her put the coochie on camera and went live on her
d*mn, i done made this b*tch famous for about a week
everything i’m rockin’ is designer, but my condoms cheap
aggressive when i hit it ’cause her coochie got a lot of meat
dee poured a pop, that b*tch look like a pot of green
five*seven hit his car door like boom*badda*bing
hit him in his sh*t, i bet i knock the shoe off the string
dog want a six, i only took two out to clean
flint n*ggas came to take over, who got the ring?
made it out the trenches, i’m the number two ghetto boy
sold a brick on clay, ho, then i made a play on livernois
this a ‘cat, not a five*seven, hear the engine roar
pulled up on von with some drank he ain’t sipped before
[verse 2: six ward von]
one time, i told my p.o. i can’t p*ss with four
told me go wait in the waiting room and i hit the door
boy, don’t be talkin’ to me like you done k!lled before
n*ggas used to slap you in your head, make you hit the store
youngest in my hood, but almost got the most pull in it
broke boy got a f*nny pack with just ‘woods in it
f*cked the b*tch off a percocet, almost stood in it
went up in her kitchen, b*tch ain’t even have no food in it
i’m really turnt up, n*ggas turnt down for real
don’t get burnt up, i know n*ggas dyin’ for real
boy think the b*tch his, but the ho mine for real
you still wearin’ n*ggas’ shoes, them ain’t your size for real
boy, don’t hop up in no sh*t that ain’t yours, dr. phil
bm swear she hate my guts, but always worry how i live
n*ggas don’t want no smoke ’cause they know how i get
cut my last ho off, it wasn’t usually how it fit
lil sto just came off the road, ten thousand, all giffies
he ain’t even leave the state, he just drove to the city
i just bought a new k and this b*tch so crispy
sold it right to kidd, trell used it on philly
mike facetimed me sittin’ in the lam’ truck
i was in the kitchen, i just cooked two hundred grams up
you miss him so much, lil’ n*gga, dig your mans up
always on my p’s, i just almost popped a fan up
i ain’t no rap n*gga
they put my youngins on tether ’cause they wrap n*ggas
flashlight on the glock for you black n*ggas
i don’t listen to your sh*t ’cause it’s cap in it

- six ward von

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