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letra de six shots - juice bac

[chorus x4]
six shots, one hundred shots
( till things drop )
fell asleep right on my chain sleeping on a rock

[verse 1: juice bac]
what ?
diamonds on, body shots she got louboutins
ya!
two chicks that do it right i’m never wrong
whoop!
rr leather seats, -ss keeping warm
so in the whip with it, i hit it strong
automatic, 2 on call the paramedics
period big f-cking on rotation
these walls have ears hear our conversations
d-mn!
that’s how i love my woman
fish scales you know i keep on swimming
that’s how i keep on living
my old hoes just another memory
k!ller pete like the hunger games cause i k!ll the shhh! when i’m bout to hit it
all you n-ggas on a half a pill
my n-ggas got the trill, know a better deal
i’m finna eat the beef, got a gram and mill
got frost on my chain know i keep chill
shinning with the grill, you a daffodil
get it now , ima get it man you know i will
spend a thou, house up in the hills wow!
any how, hit the loud pack like i’m pacqio, blaow

[breakdown: juice bac]
i am the best, f-ck what you’ll hate
best out the rest, i’m telling you’ll straight
goose with the dash, you know we don’t waste
i hit the club you’ll faces is straight
i’m talking facts, i keep it like ye
you known by friends, i’m well known by greats

[chorus 2: juice bac]
six shots ( d-mn! )
sippin on watch me throw the guap, throw it
puff puff puff know i keep it blowing
i ain’t got no time for sh-t rollie on my side
hands don’t do the work roll up that’s how i keep it fly

[chorus x2]

[verse 2: juice bac]
i done slept on a
100 hundred chains
woke up this morning
with a neck pain
the b-tch like
a zombie cause she give me brain
and to much brain gave me a headache
d-mn!
money and fame set to me, thousand n-ggas tryna , uh tryna be like me
ice on my chick gave me a brain freeze
out of 26 i’m a og, ohh pls
man you could be worried boutsh-t
your girl is right over here suckin’ my d-ck
k!lling the sh-t i’m like caez on the clique
rap son in the game but the father is meech
i got them fake n-ggas over their running
yeah they running from me got the whole team frontin’ f-ck with the po i’m n-gga with att-tude f-ck it, i’m like cena cause i just adjusted

[chorus]

[outro]
six shots, wasted

- juice bac

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