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letra de 6th street - dc the don

6th street lyrics
[intro]
yeah, woah
woah, woah, woah (b-b-bankroll got it)
yeah

[chorus]
smokin’ that pressure, i handle that heat, got a really cool fit with an sd
n-ggas get carried like piggyback, this b-tch is alright, i won’t drive an s3
sippin’ the most, so i’m smokin’ the most, now my b-tch say i’m bougee and messy
big bobby blowin’ the block like a ref be
lil donny spray off your top with a technique

[verse 1]
n-ggas be trippin’ when dc go punk, but these punk ass n-ggas never get me
b-tch, i’m outside of your hood where the rips be
my pockets fuller than blues where the crips be, yeah
ayy, she said i’m rude, but she still tryna l!ck me
i seen your homies got beat up on 6th street
see, i can’t hang with these bums, it don’t fit me
come get with me
with a whole lotta choppas, and a whole lotta bricks, n-gga come get with me
n-ggas talkin’ they sh-t on the motherf-ckin’ internet, come get with me
n-gga, come get with me
donny still gettin’ fresh for these hoes
if that flex’ll k!ll me then i’m with it
i just ran up hundred-fifty from the penny
i just keep that guala on me, i got plenty
my b-tch got a [?], my birkin got a semi
my wrist got a bag up on it, 1500
she still rock designer every time she with me
she wanna be jcl in 1600
but i be so busy, i cannot be with it
and i don’t gotta brag about it, it get tricky
she got a new n-gga, told her that i ship it
[chorus]
smokin’ that pressure, i handle that heat, got a really cool fit with an sd
n-ggas get carried like piggyback, this b-tch is alright, i won’t drive an s3
sippin’ the most, so i’m smokin’ the most, now my b-tch say i’m bougee and messy
big bobby blowin’ the block like a ref be
lil donny spray off your top with a technique

[verse 2]
f-ck it, whip it
i get that wock and i mix it, flip it
he got the bag and he fumble it, kick it
not a shootout or kick back, i’m not tryna kick it
my .223 with me
pass me the ball, it’s a muh’f-ckin’ mismatch
talkin’ my sh-t, need a muh’f-ckin’ tic-tac
that boy a ho, he still ain’t get his get back
like, how you a player, still ain’t get yo’ b-tch back?
pew-pew, he get his wig sn-tched
pew-pew, i just gotta sit back
i watch my n-ggas do the work and hit that
we not silent to shootin’, it’s clear he finna miss that
pew-pew, i got my sh-t back
pew-pew, i’m up where i live at
b-tch, you is not a mil’, you just a quick snack
but i might break it down like 808’s and kit-kats
[chorus]
smokin’ that pressure, i handle that heat, got a really cool fit with an sd
n-ggas get carried like piggyback, this b-tch is alright, i won’t drive an s3
sippin’ the most, so i’m smokin’ the most, now my b-tch say i’m bougee and messy
big bobby blowin’ the block like a ref be
lil donny spray off your top with a technique

- dc the don

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