6 'N The Mornin' - GMX
Glasses Malone, Snoop Dogg, ICE-T, Ty Dolla $ign
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Six in the mornin'
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Bitch, thug life
Lotta niggas say they thuggin', they don't thug right
She want a real thug, bands in my jeans
Flood your town with that water for the green
, This motherfucker clean
Cup full of Pruno like I'm fresh up out the bean
Sit that ho down when it's time to go and get 'em
And bro I never send 'em, I'm in the car with 'em
Fuck boss, I'm a leader, lean by the liter
Hoes poppin' shit, that's gon' get your nigga beat up
E.S. with the B.S., these niggas can't see us
I'm a real nigga, the rap game need us
At the dinner table, my niggas tryna eat up
And like Tray Deee, I still keep it G'd up
L to the A, double dollar sign east
Teddy bear with these bitches, on you niggas I'm a beast
I'm goin' off the deep end
Still sell a lil dope on the weekend
Got your main bitch with me, she freaky, freaky
All night we geekin', geekin'
Till six in the mornin', six in the mornin'
Six in the mornin', six in the mornin'
Till six in the mornin', six in the mornin'
Six in the mornin', hey
Get your bang on, nigga, let your nuts hang
I give a fuck about your hood, that's on everything
Don't ask me what's good, ain't shit sweet
I ain't never alone, I'm like six deep
Black mask, black hoodie, black gloves
Talk shit, get bodied, no love
Kinda ill like blood in my bath
The psych say sociopath
Cali nigga from the bottom put it on the map
Low ridin', Crip walkin', that's a fuckin' fact
I'm only happy when there's lead flyin' out the strap
I'm addicted to punishment and payback
I'm a sucker for war, I love conflict
I love the way my wrist feel when that Glock kick
Death threats, vendettas, and pain
Dreams of killin' half the niggas in the rap game
My nigga Glasses Malone said let's get cake
Iceberg on your track equals yellow tape
My nigga Glasses Malone said let's get cake
Iceberg on your track equals yellow tape
I'm goin' off the deep end
Still sell a lil dope on the weekend
Got your main bitch with me, she freaky, freaky
All night we geekin', geekin'
Till six in the mornin', six in the mornin'
Six in the mornin', six in the mornin'
Till six in the mornin', six in the mornin'
Six in the mornin', hey
Bad lil bitch that I'm bonin'
Gotta get her out of my bed before six in the mornin'
Rule number 42izzo
Pussy was good, but you still gotta gizzo
Snoopy this, Snoopy that, Snoop won't, Snoopy do
Shout out to the homie Big Snoopy Blue
See I'm a Eastside Long Beach
Rip ridin', gang bang affiliate
I peel him when I kill him when I fill him with
The calm of a storm
A hundred million Rips, rise and reform
See this the G-Call, no iPhone
Khakis, Chucks, or some Nikes on
Dress code, West Coast head up
Shooters on the roof for the set up, now throw it up
Crip, Crip, Crip, don't trip
Pistol grip to your motherfuckin' lip