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lirik lagu free 80s – six ward von

[intro: yn jay]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
sav, man, why you do that, man?
yeah, okay
alright, you always—
ayy, von, you always doin’ somethin’, man
why you do that, man?
alright

[verse 1: six ward von]
i put dior in dior, that’s gon’ be my baby favorite
fell asleep packin’, fingers harder than the pavement
i can’t lie, i’m so bougie, i be actin’ like i made it
i’m with louie in the pad on the four*wheelers racin’
d*mn near don’t write checks, d*mn sure don’t write statements
ri just dropped an eight, lord knows he gon’ face it
had to stop sippin’ drank ’cause i already be angry
make this sh*t with my feet up, i’m already too lazy
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
stop talkin’ ’bout a hundred racks, bro, i already done made it
ain’t no diamonds in my watch, they gon’ have to reappraise it
you hear the growlin’ and the pootin’, bro, you know this ain’t no basic
glock hotter than the sun, heart colder than the bas*m*nt
this a nine of morton grove, if i shared it, i’d be crazy
you can’t give me sh*t on it, n*ggas payin’ like two*eighty
i’m turnin’ ’round with blues for fifty ’til they free that n*gga 80s
sellin’ eighthies for a hundred ’til they free my brother a*lee

[verse 3: six ward von]
ty got like eight pounds on him, this sh*t weigh like two babies
shot a n*gga on welch, i don’t know how he made it to mason
put four hundred in his crib, but he probably in the bas*m*nt
can’t throw no money in the club, i got n*ggas fightin’ cases
don’t be askin’ what they is if the strings say “shoelaces”
don’t be askin’ who we is, i don’t be with new faces
my b*tch got red bottoms, you would think she knew satan
i can’t animal stink off amiri, you basic

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
out on bond ridin’ strapped, plus i got two new cases
ten bucks for each sh*ll, b*tch, i only shoot tracers
he let a shot off, i hopped out with glock 22 and chased him
her p*ssy so loose, it feel like she just had a few babies
if you could find some hi*tech, i might go broke just for a taste
big n*gga, i could walk with two 30s on my waist
i’m finna nod hard, i put two m*30s in my drank
sixty in the bank, forty cash and twenty in the safe
[verse 5: six ward von]
i used to be in middle school smellin’ like the house of dank
n*ggas wanna see me lose, sick about it that i ain’t
i’m in the ten in a benz with some cincinnati plates
it’s just me and my mans, hundred thou’ on the drank
everybody call the phones, always mad that i’m late
i know n*ggas broke as h*ll, i can see it in they face
you know scoop got an fn, you can see it on his waist
always pray and be sinnin’, still be actin’ like a saint
had masks before corona, this sh*t stronger than some paint
percs got me loosely, i got that sh*t from ray
my young n*ggas bein’ boosies, ain’t gotta say his name
just get to shootin’, i ain’t gotta say a thing

- six ward von

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