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letra de 6am (remix) - bashfortheworld, chicken p & babyfxce e

[intro: bashfortheworld]
(icey, i’m so sick of you)
b-tch, ayy

[verse 1: bashfortheworld]
migo, we done dropped g’s
n-gga took a flight to the p’s, graduated to the kis
i can navigate the streets with an ease
my b-tch say please and my pants got a creasе
n-gga, i brought sand to the beach
i’m grabbin’ twenty thousand whеn i plan for the week
i’m talkin’ real sh-t, they can’t stand when i speak
i’ma keep a shooter with me, i’m the man in the street
i make all the bad b-tches put they hands on they feet

[verse 2: babyfxce e]
yeah
i’m like a cat, every time i fall, i land on my feet
and it’s crazy ’cause the car i’m drivin’ now got ‘cat seats
jumped in the rap game scorin’, check the stat sheets
now reach under your seat, baby girl, that’s where the strap be
all balenci’d down like i was starting in a track meet
if you don’t want no smoke with me for real, bro, that’s ak beef
i got a thousand if you can tell me where the act’ be
if your gun ain’t cost more than six, then your strap cheap
fifty racks on me and i’m still tryna act cheap, huh
this sh-t can go so fast, i done seen it before
i’ll k!ll you for some pape’, but i don’t tweak about hoes
we ain’t finna do that, baby, you can keep on your clothes
i ain’t got no time to f-ck, but you can eat this b-tch, though
don’t gamble with your life because i’m leaving you broke
jet lag, went to the block and fell asleep with my pole
[verse 3: bashfortheworld and babyfxce e]
tap dancing on a brick in the trap, i do the most
i could up some dog sh-t, you know i’m keepin’ a roll
i made a ten this week, i raised my glass and made a toast
accidentally had the bl!ck showin’, now i’m deletin’ my posts

[verse 4: chicken p]
you ain’t got at least a hundred grand, we can’t meet
n-gga finally got a hundred grams, think he meech
see the srt, this b-tch skrrt and it’s screechin’
yeah, i’m on my way to meet my head down on becher
get up on these beats, talk sh-t like a preacher
‘fore you make a smoothie with that blender, gotta bleach it
mm, n-gga, i done seen more books than a teacher
mm, n-gga, i done seen more hoes than a pimp
hmm, i’m a shark, you a motherf-ckin’ shrimp, n-gga
50k cash got me we walkin’ with a limp
n-gga, i done made a million cash off my wrist
you can still smell the wockhardt in my p-ss
mm, i told the ho to take a picture
tried to teach these n-ggas how to do it, they ain’t listen
vvss on, you see these b-tches glistenin’
tryna pull these hundreds out my pocket, they keep rippin’

[chorus: bashfortheworld]
i’m in the kitchen and i’m cooking, it get hot when the heat on
knee-deep in the field with my cleats on
give me fifteen minutes, i won’t be long
my b-tch and my business, that ain’t nothing you should speak on
twistin’ up in traffic with my knees on the wheel
you whippin’ up and trappin’, got lean by the seal
if you pickin’ up the pack, then pay me for the bill
i was posted in the trap with the heat on the sill
[outro]
uh, bank of america?
yo
i got one
you got one?
yeah
for real?
what we gon’ do?
you already got an account?
yeah
alright, you gotta godd-mn open that sh-t like, uh
i already got an account
oh, for real?
yeah, what you tryna do?
sh-t, let me call my partner
you gon’ call your partner, you the middleman?
huh?
you the middleman?
h-ll nah, he know i do all that sh-t, though
so you the plug?
huh?
you the plug?
i godd-mn make folks, godd-mn, you feel me? sign up for that sh-t, you feel me? and then
so who the plug?
my partner, bruh
so what do you do? you the middleman, right?
yeah
okay

- bashfortheworld chicken p babyfxce e

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