6 Mile Show
Babyface Ray, Icewear Vezzo
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(Southside on the track, yeah) Big business One blue hunnid, she'll dance for me She know I got a check, keep harassin' me It's a mess on my neck, keep starin' at me "Face, what it hit for?" They keep askin' me Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbin' me Man, the money counter still ain't fast as me Gettin' money right now, ain't no time to beef Forty-eight hours, I ain't had no sleep (yeah) Ho, you a fool Thinkin' I'd kick my cup for a bitch, put her over my juice Glock 19, I ain't playin' with niggas I'll up that bitch, put bro on the news Shit changed me, all this goddamn ice I gotta f*ck first night, can't go for the fool Basically, I ain't with the waitin', impatient Only here for a day, let's go to the room One blue hunnid, she'll dance for me She know I got a check, keep harassin' me It's a mess on my neck, keep starin' at me "Face, what it hit for?" They keep askin' me Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbin' me Man, the money counter still ain't fast as me Gettin' money right now, ain't no time to beef Forty-eight hours, I ain't had no sleep Yeah, you ain't gettin' money, you dead to me Got a bad lil' bitch, pop Xans with me Glock 19, quit playin' with me Throw the head for free, I ain't payin' a freak Bustdown Patek Rich-ass Crip, I'll change your life, got bands for weeks F*ck is you sayin'? Bitch don't jam Big chop so big like a van, a Jeep One blue hunnid, she'll dance for me She know I got a check, keep harassin' me It's a mess on my neck, keep starin' at me "Face, what it hit for?" They keep askin' me Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbin' me Man, the money counter still ain't fast as me Gettin' money right now, ain't no time to beef Forty-eight hours, I ain't had no sleep Ain't no lovin' a slut Shorty in love with the dick Double up, I'm in love with my cup I'm in love with them bands Lil' bitch, stick to the script Cop ice, spend a hundred or plus I'm in love with the FN Deep dish, stuffin' the bands New 'Vette, yeah, the trunk in the front One blue hunnid, she'll dance for me She know I got a check, keep harassin' me It's a mess on my neck, keep starin' at me "Face, what it hit for?" They keep askin' me Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbin' me Man, the money counter still ain't fast as me Gettin' money right now, ain't no time to beef (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Yeah, I can't waste no mud (never), or waste no time Freaky bitch, you ain't no dime Head ain't good, that's a waste of mind Spent three thousand on my soda We sip pints, this ain't no line I like all my jewelry bright Dior shades, I can't go blind Yeah, Rollie on my wrist (bustdown), I mean this a Mueller VVSs, this bitch stupid Them SIs, should kill your jeweler Ice her wrist out if she bad Seen this water, now she choosin' Spent ten thousand up in Louis Gave five thousand to my shooter Ayy, I gotta beg her to leave me Believe me, I'm havin' a check if she need it (believe me) Closet change with the season (yeah) Got somethin' ridin' with the reaper, yeah (yeah) Trust me, it get deeper Money, it's turnin' her on, she leakin' (yeah) My new piece like broke glass Nigga play fraud, get no pass (bitch) FN, shoot it with both hands Toss it in S, it go fast How you in your bag with no bag? (Huh?) We don't do it for fame, want more cash Shooters behind the tint Catch him at the light, f*ck around, make bro crash (no cap) Shorty was on my dick So I fucked her in the suite, then left, now the ho mad (go) Bankroll, sip a lot of drank I ain't trippin' 'bout nothin', nigga (bankroll, sip a lot of drank) These niggas playin' snake games So I gotta keep the cutter with me (these niggas playin' with snakes) Paranoid Brick of 'caine, brick of boy (yeah) Scoop a package up in Illinois (yeah) Some shit, you just can't avoid (uh) Forty-one, play forty for it I can't waste no mud (never), or waste no time Freaky bitch, you ain't no dime Head ain't good, that's a waste of mind Spent three thousand on my soda We sip pints, this ain't no line I like all my jewelry bright Dior shades, I can't go blind Yeah, Rollie on my wrist (bustdown), I mean this a Mueller VVSs, this bitch stupid Them SIs, should kill your jeweler Ice her wrist out if she bad Seen his water, now she choosin' Spent ten thousand up in Louis Gave five thousand to my shooter
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Written by: Chivaz Smith, Jacob Canady, Joshua Howard Luellen, Marcellus Register
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