Keke 6IX9INE
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[Intro: 6IX9INE]
[Chorus 1: 6IX9INE]
With my niggas bu
Bitches sucking d
Catch me water wh
Yeah you know I r
Bare faced,
Posted with the dr
Yeah I'm 6i
[Verse 1: 6IX9INE]
N.C.
Niggas want the sauce, yeah, shake 'em off yeah
Fb7 N.C.
Baby I ain't a hot boy, I'm a block boy
N.C.
Double trigger Glock, make him Diddy Bop, boy
[Chorus 2: Fetty Wap]
Nigga we be
Nigga we be d
Bitches sucking
Shit that's on my wr
Nigga if it's co
Someone's will is
You can't take the m
Niggas with me r
[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Gm N.C.
Ay, makin' money, flip for the mob
[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
N.C.
If I'm a player, you a slut, ooh yeah
That's my b
See the,
Huh?
Fb7Scum Gfang! g g Fb7 f Gm N.C.[Chorus 1: 6IX9INE]
Fb7I'll be on the block on the refgularWith my niggas bu
gsting at the cops, on the rCegularBitches sucking d
Fb7ick, giving top, on the fregularCatch me water wh
gipping straight drop, on the rCegularYeah you know I r
Fb7un up with the shit on the regfularBare faced,
gI'ma hit a lick, on the reCgularPosted with the dr
Fb7op, gun cocked, on the rfegularYeah I'm 6i
gx9ine with the nine, on the reCgular[Verse 1: 6IX9INE]
Fb7Niggas want war yeah, kfick the door yeahN.C.
Niggas want the sauce, yeah, shake 'em off yeah
Fb7I'm still in the hood yeah, bfussin' drugs yeahgRollin' through the city, yeah, wCith my niggas yeahFb7Niggas want that bitch back, fI don't chit-chatgRun up here? Click clack, bClow your shit backFb7 N.C.
Baby I ain't a hot boy, I'm a block boy
N.C.
Double trigger Glock, make him Diddy Bop, boy
[Chorus 2: Fetty Wap]
Nigga we be
Fb7busting at the opps, on the regfularNigga we be d
gucking from the cops, on the regCularBitches sucking
Fb7dick and giving top on the refgularShit that's on my wr
gist, it cost a lot, it ain't reCgularNigga if it's co
Fb7ming from my spot it ain't fregularSomeone's will is
gon a different side, it ain't reCgularYou can't take the m
Fb7oney when you die, it ain't rfegularNiggas with me r
geally ready to die on the reCgular[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Fb7Pull up to his door yeah, get on the floor fyeah (yeah)gPull up, we gon' shoot, don't check Cout the score yetFb7Different colored coupes, money fon the floor yeahgThey know I got juice, drippin', dCrippin' sauce, yeahFb7Pull up to his door yeah, get fon the floor yeah (yeah)gPull up, we gon' shoot, don't check oCut the score yet,Fb7Different colored coupes, shmoney Con the floor yeahgThey know I got juice, drippin', dripCpin' sauce, yeahFb7 They know I'mma fball like LaVar (ay)g Bout to take a tCrip to the starsFb7 Let a nigga dfrip in designerGm N.C.
Ay, makin' money, flip for the mob
[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Fb7I fuck it up, I fuck it up, fmm yeahgSchmegular, that's regular, mCm yeahFb7I hit it on the tour bus, fooh yeahN.C.
If I'm a player, you a slut, ooh yeah
Fb7I told my .38 "I lofve you"That's my b
gaby, when I pull up she puCll up tooSee the,
Fb7Hermes on the buckle, and fa gLotta bag in the dCuffle, yeahFb7Leave 'em wetter, let it rfain, niggagPut the thirty to your motherfuckin' bCrain nigga, ahFb7I'm runnin' around with the sfame niggasgSame niggas that'll take a nigga chain, nCiggaHuh?
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