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Six feat. Dead Hippie
Pouya
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Still waiting on that heifer, Julio
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, and fuck you, I'm out
Yuh
Choke choky, choke choky, choke choky, choke choky
Mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight
Choke choky, choke choky, choke choky, choke choky
Mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight
Choke choky, choke choky, choke choky, choke choky
Mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight
Choke choky, choke choky, choke choky, choke choky
Mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight
Yuh
Three, two, I'm the one, .223, you bitches done
Creep the streets, look like a bum, stackin' my money and duckin' the sun
Fuck what you heard about me, I'm swervin' through Miami, Dade County
You would've thought there was a bounty on me, yuh (yuh, yuh)
All But 6 the clique, and don't you mention the Six unless you speak my name
Pull out that pistol, point it at my brain, turn me into a memory, a stain and nothing remain
You suckin' dick to be famous
I'm duckin' and dodgin' from cameras and lights and bitches like it was my language
Baby Bone
Choke choky, choke choky, choke choky, choke choky
Mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Choke choky, choke choky, choke choky, choke choky
Mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight (yeah, yeah, uh, Baby Bone)
Choke choky, choke choky, choke choky, choke choky (guns on my name)
Mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight (you know I'm sayin')
Choke choky, choke choky, choke choky, choke choky (and my familia in the beat, man, yeah)
Mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight
Yeah, yeah, I don't want a 'Rokee Jeep, but I ain't make a yet
I hope that I don't lose my mind if I make a check
They ask me, "What's wrong?" Like all the time, I can't tell you, man
This ghost keep flyin' 'round my crib, it's like he paid for that (yeah, yeah)
I don't want to lose my soul, the moon keep stalkin' me
A blunt rest upon my fireplace, where Christmas stockings be
The antiques of a haunted man are washed up on a beach
Some dumb ass nigga gon' pick it up, start fuckin' off his teeth
(What's that, nigga?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I can't even lie where your money worth to
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
From the sun, to the moon, the sky lit, had gone tell the truth
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I can't even lie where your money worth to
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
From the sun, to the moon, the sky lit, had gone tell the truth
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