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letra de 6 figure man - rawood

[intro: rawood]
ay, ay, ay, ay (ay)

[chorus: rawood]
man, i ran a hunnid g’s up in six months
yeah, i smoked a lot of weed, yeah, i’m off like six blunts
he can keep talkin’ that sh-t and get his sh-t stumped
i’ma keep pushin’ ’til ice on my wristw-tch (ice)
23, i ran up six figures, when i pull up to the scene
they be like “d-mn, who is he?”
hopped up in my man’s whip, like “who’s d-mn bro is this?”
i’m about a whole load, and it cost six figures

[verse 1: rawood]
hop up in a sp-ceship, and i’m off to the moon
when i smokin’ on the dope, i steady be in my zone
with the s-x on rodeo, five-hunnid on cologne
bet the smell let his eyes cover it, ’cause it’s strong (ay)
bet the packs come from cali’ and it’s flown, not grown
but i’m posted in detroit, ’cause you know that it’s my home
posted with my baby ray, but ain’t sh-t sweet (nah)
pay attention what i’m sayin’, but don’t turn into a geek (nerd)
i be in the streets, turn a hunnid to a g (ay)
i’ma do that ten times, f-ck around and buy a jeep
you know the money don’t sleep, but my baby, i don’t need her
sent the money for the package, i can’t wait to receive it
my homies all got dawg sh-t
a line of chalk, cross and leave, and leak him like a faucet
we really live it, b-tch, you just talkin’
say you gettin’ money, but sh-t, i can’t call it
[chorus: rawood]
man, i ran a hunnid g’s up in six months
yeah, i smoked a lot of weed, yeah, i’m off like six blunts
he can keep talkin’ that sh-t and get his sh-t stumped
i’ma keep pushin’ ’til ice on my wristw-tch (ice)
23, i ran up six figures, when i pull up to the scene
they be like “d-mn, who is he?”
hopped up in my man’s whip, like “who’s d-mn bro is this?”
i’m about a whole load, and it cost six figures

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i’m a six-figure n-gga, in the hood, eatin’ mickey d’s
big pistol with me, whip it out and then i squeeze
you would think the b-tch beggin’, i left her on her knees
who out the real lemon check, i need six ps
i blow the hoe back ’til i’m dizzy
twenty-four hunnid for a mag’, this is not a smitty
hunnid rounds on they head, or i get busy
who got that new benz for me, it’s 650′
you ain’t ever seen a hunnid pounds of grass, n-gga
you the type of n-gga ‘run off with a half a chicken
b-tch said she gone, i said “bye”, i’m not a ass kisser
got a whole pint of red, this might blow like a half a seven
you ain’t gon’ never get no where, you do bad business
pop a n-gga in the streets, but in the jail, i’ll stab a n-gga
forty-five hunnid for the bottles, i grab fifty
make a hunnid k in prottles, i’m a bag flipper
[chorus: rawood]
man, i ran a hunnid g’s up in six months
yeah, i smoked a lot of weed, yeah, i’m off like six blunts
he can keep talkin’ that sh-t and get his sh-t stumped
i’ma keep pushin’ ’til ice on my wristw-tch (ice)
23, i ran up six figures, when i pull up to the scene
they be like “d-mn, who is he?”
hopped up in my man’s whip, like “who’s d-mn bro is this?”
i’m about a whole load, and it cost six figures

- rawood

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