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six feet - yck lyrics

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six feet above the ground every time i stand
but i wanna be below next time i got the chance
transparent b*tches i can see right through ya
like i might just sell a forty dollar eighth right to ya

steady flowin soda like my name was takoda
hittin up a motherf*cker’s trap phone motorola
posted on the curb b*tch it’s what you deserve
maybe one day you’ll leave with all the money that you earned

smoking passed out til we reach the f*ckin roach
ain’t afraid of dying b*tch no death can approach
everything i touch turns to motherf*cking gold
lungs gеtting blacker every backwood i roll
yеah it’s real hard in the streets
all i got’s a dime bag and my motherf*cking piece
no blood pumping i don’t even f*cking breathe
now i’m feeling half dead b*tch i’m fading now deceased

withdrawal’s a real b*tch gotta hate the f*cking pain
pop a xanny bar going shooting up inside your vein
how much can i take ask me that like i’m sane
you say that we’re different but we’re much of the same

come up real quick all i cause is damage
no smoke no mirrors i just up and vanish
no drip no food looking like a famine
got red silk sheets lay me down in satin

- yck lyrics

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