Rëal Six

Yeat

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    Yeah, all of my brothers, we rich, been rockin' that chrome hearts
    Yeah, all of my thots they love me, they bang my phone
    Six shots, dead
    I been on pills all day, mia
    I pull up, we turn up a notch, we turning it sick
    Ride 'round that bitch with a, yeah, blick
    Took me the ecstasy, I'm high, can't even sit
    And this chain so heavy, I'ma die, Glock sit on my hip (say)
    I'm driving around the city, and I pull to the vip
    It be your own city that'll kill you, like rip nip
    I went and been spent like a fire, I bought me the ship
    Yeah, I'm chillin' up at the ritz, so that they call me chip
    Pour a four up in my soda just so I could dip
    Walk inside the building, posted on my hip
    I told you to back away, I don't need none of your help
    My wrist livin' underwater, might as well call this kelp
    Six shots, dead
    I been on pills all day, mia
    Like a Trump man, could bleed your head
    Every last one of my bitches love on me (I know that you do)
    And I hate to say it, but I'm horny
    And I need you to lick on all of me (baby)

    I went and put my wrist on no degree (yeah)
    I went and put my rich on with no degrees (what?)
    Bitch, I died and didn't go to heaven
    All my pockets really filled up with some knots, yeah, bitch, they really breaded
    Any time I ever told you I was talkin' shit, better know I really meant it
    I can't even waste my time with a broke bitch, nah, she can't spend a penny
    Got a lot of percs, it ain't hard to pen it, yeah (yeah)
    Got a lot of percs, got a lot depending on me (what?)
    I just left the earth and they told me landed on me
    I just told her pull up, come and break it down on me
    How the hell you pull up, then go turn around on me?

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    Yeah, all of my brothers, we rich, been rockin' that chrome hearts
    Yeah, all of my thots they love me, they bang my phone
    Six shots, dead
    I been on pills all day, mia
    I pull up, we turn up a notch, we turning it sick
    Ride 'round that bitch with a, yeah, blick
    Took me the ecstasy, I'm high, can't even sit
    And this chain so heavy, I'ma die, Glock sit on my hip (say)
    I'm driving around the city, and I pull to the vip
    It be your own city that'll kill you, like R.I.P. nip
    I went and been spent like a fire, I bought me the ship
    Yeah, I'm chillin' up at the ritz, so that they call me chip
    Pour a four up in my soda just so I could dip
    Walk inside the building, posted on my hip
    I told you to back away, I don't need none of your help
    My wrist livin' underwater, might as well call this kelp
    Six shots, dead
    I been on pills all day, mia
    Like a Trump man, could bleed your head
    Every last one of my bitches love on me (I know that you do)
    And I hate to say it, but I'm horny
    And I need you to lick on all of me (baby)

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    Composición: Yeat y Robert Joshua Jurado

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