lirik lagu 6ix9ine - keke
[intro: 6ix9ine]
sc-m gang!
[chorus 1: 6ix9ine]
i’ll be on the block on the regular
with my n-gg-s busting at the cops, on the regular
b-tches sucking d-ck, giving top, on the regular
catch me water whipping straight drop, on the regular
yeah you know i run up with the sh-t on the regular
bare faced, i’ma hit a lick, on the regular
p-ssy with the drop, gun c-cked, on the regular
yeah i’m 6ix9ine with the nine, on the regular
[verse 1: 6ix9ine]
n-gg-s want war yeah, kick the door yeah
n-gg-s want the sauce, yeah, shake ’em off yeah
i’m still in the hood yeah, bussin’ drugs yeah
rollin’ through the city, yeah, with my n-gg-s yeah
n-gg-s want that b-tch back, i don’t chit-chat
run up here? click clack, blow your sh-t back
baby i ain’t a hot boy, i’m a block boy
double trigger glock, make him diddy bop, boy
[chorus 2: fetty wap]
n-gg- we be busting at the opps, on the regular
n-gg- we be ducking from the cops, on the regular
b-tches sucking d-ck and giving top on the regular
sh-t that’s on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain’t regular
n-gg- if it’s coming from my spot it ain’t regular
someone’s will is on a different side, it ain’t regular
you can take the money when you die, it ain’t regular
n-gg-s with me really ready to die on the regular
[verse 2: fetty wap]
pull up to his door yeah, get on the floor yeah (yeah)
pull up, we gon’ shoot, don’t check out the score yet
different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah
you know i got juice, drippin’, drippin’ sauce, yeah
pull up to his door yeah, get on the floor yeah (yeah)
pull up, we gon’ shoot, don’t check out the score yet
different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah
they know i got juice, drippin’, drippin’ sauce, yeah
they know i’mma ball like lavar (ay)
’bout to take a trip to the stars
let a n-gg- drip in designer
ay, makin’ money, flip for the mob
[verse 3: a boogie wit da hoodie]
i f-ck it up, i f-ck it up, mm yeah
schmegular, that’s regular, mm yeah
i hit it on the tour bus, ooh yeah
if i’m a player, you a sl-t, ooh yeah
i told my .38 “i love you”
that’s my baby, when i pull up she pull up too
see the, hermes on the buckle, and a
lotta bag in the duffle, yeah
leave ’em wetter, let it rain, n-gg-
put the thirty to your motherf-ckin’ brain n-gg-, ah
i’m runnin’ around with the same n-gg-s
same n-gg-s that’ll take a n-gg- chain, n-gg-
huh?
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