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letra de 6 flow - bartbourne

[verse 1: che]
yeah, we just smoking on opps, put that ass in a vape
yo b-tch, she standing on top with that ass in my face
he tryna run from them bullets, can’t run from that ‘k
she gon’ pull up, n-gga run and we shoot at his face
b-tch, i want money, any statement gon’ move out the place
[?] cake
glock out guwap, f-ck n-gga, my name is che
knock out your doorman, b-tch, i’ma run in yo’ place
put some white in her smoke, yeah, that b-tch a best friend
air out a wasteman, n-gga so done, feel like drake
this n-gga hatin’, ’cause he not up in my place
her head amazing, made my body harlem shake
i keep ‘em waiting, i’ll never drop my tape
i own some bulldogs, but they never in they cage
f-cking real sh-t, i got some money in my face
i get on nate beats, ’cause i love the f-cking bass
put him in the lake, ’cause i’ll never leave a trace
i’m with my twin, that’s just on that straight sh-t
shoot at yo’ b-tch, he won’t have a ray
no jeremy lin, i’m shootin’ out mace
i f-ck on 10s, d-ck in all they face
i heard your mans, got put in a ditch
walk on my wrist, we in outer sp-ce

[verse 2: che]
ten times two, a n-gga never liked a jake
i’m in yo’ state farming b-tches, n-gga, like i’m jake
i’m in a sitcom, finna cop a debbie kay
a lot of sh-t gone, n-gga shoot with double dracs
she finna’ bend over, then i put it in her face
if i put cartier’s on, then how can i get mid
if i don’t rock the saint peter, how can i be lit?
if i ain’t bussin’ a b-tch, then how can she be late?
before i eat, man, you know it’s always “as-salamu alayk-m”
24/8, b-tch, i’m always ballin’ like a laker
my life a movie, but h-ll nah, this ain’t anime
i love my mama, but i ain’t tell her that i made it
i love these b-tches, you see n-ggas, they so basic
i light his frontal up, and you know i face it
i f-cked this lil’ hoe up, think she was jamaican
i make this drac’ go “vrrah”, where his body lay
i don’t wear makeup, nah, but i look amazing
all of these white diamonds, everybody think i’m racist
gotta go raw, ’cause i’m making everybody fake
put it on god, i’m in everybody f-cking brain
i got my nails done, everybody swear i’m g-y
i told lil’ twin, “let’s take it right back to the basics”
bullets say, “haha, young n-gga did not kick”
you poppin’, i land, and i’m f-cking on an eight
my mom, she hate me, i’m bad at communicating
you tell the cops sumn’, you’ll always be a b-tch
i told the crab fiends, “uncle told me how to mix”
i told my main b-tch, “let’s go have a blasian baby”
i like a g-shock, but i think this sh-t outdated
you so feline, how it feel to get cremate?
b-tch, in my free time, i be boolin’ with yo’ bae
but it’s the street time, smoking with a non-fake
i need some me time, told this b-tch, “i cannot fake”
i hit her three times, three times, now she can’t even take it
put this on rewind, [?]
i told elon, b-tch, we finna make a sp-ceship
[ intro verse: david garcia]

i should have known, i should have known

the night pa died , the night you weren’t there

blood is worthless to you , just like he was to you

just like i am to

now it’s time for you to learn what blood really means

aargh

david!

[verse 3: bartbourne]

i’m never lackin b-tch i keep my heater

i ain’t cuffin that b-tch , cuz that b-tch she a treesha

n-ggas be bummies yeah, they wanna be us (yeah)

locked in wit gang yeah, posted wit mia
high car fashion i got a 3 seater

talking that sh-t n-gga do you wanna meet up

too live in this b-tch , yeah i feel like vegeta

she call me a hero, b-tch i feel like i’m peter

it was nice to meet ya , but i don’t wanna see ya

do it own yo own, b-tch i ain’t no teacher

shout out sosa i gotta pay his bail

i ain’t no empath , give a f-ck about how you felt

you n-ggas sorry, you gotta take a l

f-ck bout no views i feel like chris sails

that b-tch she musty, she got a smell

i’m at the krusty , i gotta help

they tryna be me , but they already failed
they wanna reach me, hit me through the mail

do it precisely, i ain’t leaving no trail

b-tch fat ass f-ck, she built like a whale

[verse 2 repeat: che]

no jeremy lin, i’m shootin’ out mace
i f-ck on 10s, d-ck in all they face
i heard your mans, got put in a ditch
walk on my wrist, we in outer sp-ce
ten times two, a n-gga never liked a jake
i’m in yo’ state farming b-tches, n-gga, like i’m jake
i’m in a sitcom, finna cop a debbie kay
a lot of sh-t gone, n-gga shoot with double dracs

- bartbourne

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