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letra de 6 god - rmc mike

6 god lyrics
[intro]
(e-e-e-enrgy made this one)
b-tch!
ghetto boyz sh-t, n-gga

[verse]
i’m on the path to being great, just gotta work harder
i put my d-ck all the way in, made her squirt harder
gucci seat $1200 with the shirt collar
i like that stingray ‘vette, but the ‘vert harder
aight, let me talk my sh-t
you gotta spend a half a ticket just to talk like this
i got a shotgun in my pants, that’s why i walk like this
spent 21 and some change on a off white fit
gucci backpack with the hat, another 12 bucks
i’m still spending old bread, i got a stale lunch
i make ten thousand every time my brother yell, “punch”
last night, i beat my pockets’ ass, and they swelled up
you boys broke, man y’all still rolling tail blunts
so much water on my neck could make a whale jump
got thirty minutes, b-tch, i need some head before my sale come
bag so heavy on the table, make the scale jump
feather brung me some codeine, i’m finna drop a eight
i done ran up some dog sh-t, i can drop a wraith
hit him with a tre five-seven, made him drop the k
5.56 make a n-gga lean and rock away
on the way to meet the plug, i’m just a block away
real trapper, b-tch, my flip phone do a block a day
ar pistol with a hunnid shots, i call it dr. j
i had to switch pharmacies now my doctor g-y
d-mn, i’m finna stop drinking
b-tch gave me brain so good i almost stopped thinking
i’m out in beecher, f-cking all they hoes, this a thot region
i done blew the p-ssy wide open, she can’t stop peeing
lil nasty muhf-cker
you know i’m strapped, so don’t ask me muhf-cker
b-tch booty white, lil ashy muhf-cker
i paid high for the zaz’, i’m finna tax a muf-cker, no cap
she sucked my d-ck, i cut her off, she want her throat back
been stepping on these lil n-ggas, like a doormat
my uncle showed me how to press a brick with a floor jack
he sick as h-ll he lost his b-tch to me, he want his hoe back
small block fold six, that b-tch fine-tuned
my b-tch said it’s head on the menu, finna slide through
out of town, looking for some act’, i bet i find you
i’m 5’7″, but that choppa make me 9’2″
one-stop shop, we always open, like a drive-thru
lookin’ for a new b-tch to f-ck, then lie to
you n-ggas can’t spit like i spit, i got a side tooth
i dropped a seven-song ep just to ride to
you n-ggas can’t get it how we get it, cut the small talk
double-barrel action to your chest, this a sawed-off
i f-cked her too hard off that perc’, she had to call off
n-gga, i’ll rob the brickman before i fall off
d-mn, i miss the 6 god, free my brother ben’
12-hour drive with the pills, i had to cut her in
her p-ssy turned into a waterpark, i had to f-ck again
i came up with a plan to get rich, n-gga huddle in
the train crowded, take the shuttle then
sh-t, i showcased a hunnid racks, just to rub it in
i like her sister too, now i’m f-ckin’ twins
i dropped my glock all in the mud, that b-tch bust again, we up again
you buy drugs, and i need it now, the plug rushed it in
he sent his sh-t through the air, the bag touched again
d-mn, the police ran up in the spot, we had to flush again
stashed the cash in the safe with a custom pin
f-ck!

- rmc mike

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