LOCKED UP 2 lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Akon)
[6ix9ine:]
All this time that I spent up in here
Got me thinkin' 'bout the things that I did
Got me thinkin' like, "Why the fuck I did that?"
Got me wishin' that I could take it all back
Fighting with these demons, barely even eatin'
Barely even sleepin', this shit got me tweakin'
Fighting with my lawyers for a better offer
Just wanna see my daughter, 'cause
[Akon:]
I'm locked up, they won't let me out
They won't let me out
I'm locked up, they won't let me out
No, they won't let me out
I'm locked up, they won't let me out
Never thought I'd be caught up in these streets, yeah
Locked up, they won't let me out
No, they won't let me out
[6ix9ine:]
Havin' dreams about livin' my life
I've been havin' dreams about bein' outside
I've been, little baby girl, please don't cry, no
Please don't, no, no
No, no, no, no (No)
Mama said, "Hold my hand, no crying, no"
All these niggas wanna take my life, I know
Little baby boy, please don't die, no
And I might, no, no
No, no, no, no (No)
Tell me why, tell me how I love these niggas
Tell me why, tell me why would I trust these niggas
Speakin' voices in my head, speakin', "Fuck these niggas"
My niggas, my niggas, these ain't my niggas
They gon' say what they gon' say, nigga, yeah, I know
They can say what they want, they don't know what I know
Ain't nothin' you can tell me 'bout this life I chose
I was facin' 47 life
[Akon:]
I'm locked up, they won't let me out
They won't let me out
I'm locked up, they won't let me out
No, they won't let me out
I'm locked up, they won't let me out
Never thought I'd be caught up in these streets, yeah
Locked up, they won't let me out
No, they won't let me out
I'm still tryna find that motive
Of why I did what I did
I didn't wanna feel that struggle
Just wanted to hurry up and get rich
And while that money pile up high
Jealous niggas askin' questions, "Why not us," yeah
And when you get caught up, nobody wants to seem to be your rider, yeah
Everybody wanna talk the street code
But only followin', convenient for them
They quick to tell you that they'd ride for you, die for you
But quick to bite the hand that feeds them
[6ix9ine (Akon):]
I know I can't keep lovin' you
I know I can't keep trustin' you
I put my life in front of you
Tell me what I'm supposed to you
This shit gets complicated, ah (Complicated)
My blood, thought you was ride or die
I was just tryna change your life (Tryna change your life)
But you had something else in mind (Something else in mind)
[Akon:]
Yeah
Something else in mind, yeah
I'm locked up
TUTU lyrics - 6ix9ine
I get money when I want to
I get bitches when I want to
Tote this pistol when I want to
Money dance step, hit the one-two
You can't pop like this (Uh, uh)
Everybody want my swag, everybody want my drip (Uh, uh)
Had to tell 'em, "Back-back," tell 'em get off my dick (Uh, uh)
Watch me do the money-dance, watch me hit my skip (Uh, uh)
Bet you can't do it like this, no you can't do it like this
I get money when I want to
I get bitches when I want to
Tote this pistol when I want to
Money dance step, hit the one-two
Oh you paid? Well, bitch, I'm paid too
Don't talk to me, I'll talk to you
If it's fuck me, then it's fuck you
Yeah, it's middle finger, fuck you
Everybody know I got bands on the way
Yes, I make, yes, I make bands every day
Everybody been know that I'm getting paid
That I'm gettin', that I'm gettin', that I'm gettin' paid
'Cause you can't pop like this (Uh, uh)
Everybody want my swag, everybody want my drip (Uh, uh)
Had to tell 'em, "Back-back," tell 'em get off my dick
Watch me do the money-dance, watch me hit my skip (Uh, uh)
Bet you can't do it like this, no you can't do it like this
I get money when I want to
I get bitches when I want to
Tote this pistol when I want to
Money dance step, hit the one-two
Oh you paid? Well, bitch, I'm paid too
Don't talk to me, I'll talk to you
If it's fuck me, then it's fuck you
Yeah, it's middle finger, fuck you
Money coming in, money going out
Rappers going in, rappers going out
Funny how they try to take my style
Funny how they try to break me down
Y'all niggas better watch y'all mouth
Y'all starting to sound like clowns
All these rappers wanna talk that clout
I don't know what that's about
They wanna rap like this, they wanna talk like this
They wanna walk like this, they wanna look like this
They wanna be like this, they wanna bop like this
They wanna chart like this, nigga, suck my dick
Can't do this 'cause you ain't me
It drives you niggas crazy
It keeps you up at night
'Cause you can't pop like this (Uh, uh)
Everybody want my swag, everybody want my drip (Uh, uh)
Had to tell 'em, "Back-back," tell 'em get off my dick
Watch me do the money-dance, watch me hit my skip (Uh, uh)
Bet you can't do it like this, no you can't do it like this
I get money when I want to
I get bitches when I want to
Tote this pistol when I want to
Money dance step, hit the one-two
Oh you paid? Well, bitch, I'm paid too
Don't talk to me, I'll talk to you
If it's fuck me, then it's fuck you
Yeah, it's middle finger, fuck you
WAIT lyrics - 6ix9ine
Wait, wait, wait, I got them jealous again
They in they feelings again
Wait, wait, wait, cry baby, they crying again
'Cause they can't do what I can
Wait, wait, wait, and I'm still fresh out the can
Shout out my lawyer, Lance
Wait, wait, wait, bust down Cartier
I know you seein' the man
Wait, wait, wait, I just did it again
Watch me hit my dance
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I just got in that Benz
Run up a couple of M's
Ayy, ayy, ayy, poppin', I'm poppin' some bands
Watch me hit my dance
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I'ma still pop my shit
Got a few likes on the 'Gram, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm in the stars again, wait, wait
I'm up on Mars again, wait, wait
She wan' fuck a star again, wait, wait
I won't take a loss again, wait, wait
I'm in the Benz again, we hirin' her friends and them
And she a lil' baddie, I wanna date
She want the addy, I'll be your way
Same old niggas, got me on the block with the same old bitches
New, new hoes, yeah, I can't do better
I be on the block with my check, got bigger
I be on the block with my chain, got bigger
Shot a KK when it came out, nigga
He let this pour, ra-ta-ta-ta
He can make 'em dance bachata-ta
I got the AP, 22, she want a baby, new, new
I split the engine, Lambo, I do the dash and skrrt off
I got a dance, I ride boom, beat on my chest like King Kong
She licky, licky (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Wait, wait, wait, I got them jealous again
They in they feelings again
Wait, wait, wait, cry baby, they crying again
'Cause they can't do what I can
Wait, wait, wait, and I'm still fresh out the can
Shout out my lawyer, Lance
Wait, wait, wait, bust down Cartier
I know you seein' the man
Wait, wait, wait, I just did it again
Watch me hit my dance
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I just got in that Benz
Run up a couple of M's
Ayy, ayy, ayy, poppin', I'm poppin' some bands
Watch me hit my dance
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I'ma still pop my shit
Got a few likes on the 'Gram, ayy, ayy, ayy
CHARLIE lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Smilez)
[6ix9ine:]
Ray Charles, I ain't never seen a bitch I need
Fuck that, I don't need no skis
It's so many rich niggas fuckin' bitches for free
If a nigga want pussy, make him pay that fee
I don't want it at all pussy, bitch, gimme some money
I don't need no lovin'
Come on, throw that pussy on the block
Make a nigga a hunnid
Make that pussy pop like it's a shove it, gansta
[Smilez:]
Fendi kicks all yellow, fit so rude
Never wife a thot 'cept you (Nope)
Bad decisions every single time I choose (My name is Smilez)
My name is Smilez 'cause I laugh at you
Ex-bitch unless you goin' back to dancin' (Dumb ho)
She on some OnlyFans shit (Yeah)
New girls'll model like vogue cop fashion (Damn right)
Nip slip like Janet Jackson
Yeah, she think she got me trickin', but she dead wrong
But she fuck like a machine, call her Megatron
When she ask for the bread (Danny Phantom), gon' ghost
Only fuck a bitch if a mask on
[6ix9ine (Smilez):]
Ray Charles, I ain't never seen a bitch I need
Fuck that, I don't need no skis
It's so many rich niggas fuckin' bitches for free
If a nigga want pussy, make him pay that fee
I don't want it at all pussy, bitch, gimme some money
I don't need no lovin'
Come on, throw that pussy on the block
Make a nigga a hunnid
Make that pussy pop like it's a shove it, gansta (Prrr)
[Smilez:]
Blurred bitch
Always on Twitter sayin' some absurd shit (Aw)
Before this song, you said I was worthless
Now you on my dick gang, that's some bird shit (Prrr)
Bitch I'm up, got the new Lamb, it's a truck (Skrrt)
New bust down, this shit bust
I don't gotta say much, yeah
[6ix9ine:]
Ray Charles, I ain't never seen a bitch I need
Fuck that, I don't need no skis
It's so many rich niggas fuckin' bitches for free
If a nigga want pussy, make him pay that fee
I don't want it at all pussy, bitch, gimme some money
I don't need no lovin'
Come on, throw that pussy on the block
Make a nigga a hunnid
Make that pussy pop like it's a shove it, gansta
TROLLZ lyrics - 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj
(Sad Pony)
[6ix9ine:]
Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
The 'Cat one hundred, you need that? I got it
Need it, got it, cash, pockets
Bands on me, sticks on me
You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
The 'Cat one hundred, you need that?
Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know you don't like me, you wanna fight me
You don't want no problems at your party, don't invite me
I don't worry 'bout you niggas, please stop talking 'bout me
Always talking 'bout me 'cause you looking for the clouty
6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina
Riding in a two-seater with two ninas
Baby got that Aquafina, it's cocaina
Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a
Forgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends fuck
Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friends fuck
Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts
Wait, hold up, nah, I still don't give a fuck
Vroom, vroom, G5, vroom, vroom, we high
You the type of nigga that I never wanna be like
You a type of bitch that will never get a reply
Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom
Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Nicki Minaj:]
Dollar, dollar bill, come get her
Even your man know Nickis do it better
I know you don't like me, you wanna fight me
Always on my page, never double-tap like me
Baddies to my left and my right
Never chase a corny nigga, put that on my life
Just put it in his face, all this cake, he wanted a taste
We sippin' on that Ace, itsy-bitsy waist, pretty face
Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh)
He a slave to this pussy, call me master
Real wet, I said, "Slurp it like it's pasta"
They get nervous when it's Nicki on the roster (Rrr)
Somebody usher this nigga into a clinic
My flow's still sick, I ain't talkin' a pandemic
I write my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches gimmicks
They study Nicki style, now all of them wan' mimic
Talkin' 'bout snitches when it's snitches in your camp
Never stand alone, you always itchin' for a stamp
Me, I'm still money, wrists light up like a lamp
They gon' have to send they best fighter for the champ
Racks, I got 'em, Mary, I'm poppin'
They keep hatin', but still watchin'
Check the boards, I'm still toppin'
Bustdown or plain jane, I got options
It's a bunch of mini mes, I'm the one they mockin'
Showed you how to get a bag, now you goin' shoppin'
When I come out, all the sneak bitches start plottin' (Plottin')
When I come out, it's a sweep, bitches start moppin'
[6ix9ine:]
Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[6ix9ine:]
Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
[Nicki Minaj:]
If he like, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast
He singin' my old song, yellin', "Ass, ass, ass"
They be speedin', tryna beat me, then they crash, crash, crash
Still a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash
That real ass ain't keep your nigga home
NINI lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Leftside)
Ah, Leftside again
Limitless, yes
It's Kybba
Gyal dem come again, gyal, yay
[Leftside:]
Tek yuh time, tek yuh time, tek yuh time now (Yeah)
Gyal, mi waan know, mek yuh haffi wine suh (Yeah)
Lookin' like an angel, ah mussi God find yuh
Mi really waan get beside yuh, beside yuh
Sexy lady, dame, dame
Come here, mami, dame, dame (Watch out now)
Shake it for me, dame, dame (Yeah)
Move ya body, dame, dame
Hey, mami (Mami)
Love how you ah wine and ah back it up for me (For me)
Mi ah nuh coward suh mi nah run from it (Nuh)
Mi ah beg yuh please, beg yuh please don't stop it
Mi ready fi pick it up whenever yuh drop it (Drop it)
Mi neva see a girl like you, God damnit
Look like seh you come from another planet
Yeah, fi get a girl like you, mi neva plan it (Nuh)
Fi get dem other girls in the picture, mi a crop it
[6ix9ine:]
Beat it like a drum, brat-pum-pum-pum-pum
Do it with no hands, no ton-ton-tongue-tongue
Hit it raw dog, no condom-dom-dom
Make her pop a Plan B, I ain't dumb-dumb-dumb-dumb
Rocket in me pocket like Kim Jong Un
Leave him in a coma like Kim Jong Un
Body operation like Kardashian
Download mi new game, now 6ix9ine run
I was in the trenches with the fiends and the killas
I was in the slum movin' cool with my ninas
Shout out to my migo, that's the plug with the kilos
Now my diamonds drippin' like they water Aquafina, oh
I like her body, like the way she move
She on my body, like the way I move
Fat punani, yeah, she got that woo
Tell me what's the vibe, baby, what you wanna do?
[Leftside:]
Hey, mami (Mami)
Love how you ah wine and ah back it up for me (For me)
Mi ah nuh coward suh mi nah run from it (Nuh)
Mi ah beg yuh please, beg yuh please don't stop it
Mi ready fi pick it up whenever yuh drop it (Drop it)
Mi neva see a girl like you, God damnit
Look like seh you come from another planet
Yeah, fi get a girl like you, mi neva plan it (Nuh)
Fi get dem other girls in the picture, mi a crop it
Hey, mami (Mami)
Love how you ah wine and ah back it up for me (For me)
Mi ah nuh coward suh mi nah run from it (Nuh)
Mi ah beg yuh please, beg yuh please don't stop it
Mi ready fi pick it up whenever yuh drop it (Drop it)
Mi neva see a girl like you, God damnit
Look like seh you come from another planet
Yeah, fi get a girl like you, mi neva plan it (Nuh)
Fi get dem other girls in the picture, mi a crop it
PUNANI lyrics - 6ix9ine
Nasty, nasty, nasty
Nasty, nasty, nasty, yeah
Shake it, fat punani-nani, fat punani-nani
That tsunami-nami, that tsunami-nami
Fat punani-nani, fat punani-nani
That tsunami-nami, that tsunami-nami
(Jah, ayy, you know that boy)
Fat punani-nani, fat punani-nani
That tsunami-nami, that tsunami-nami
Fat punani-nani, fat punani-nani
That tsunami-nami, that tsunami-nami
Jiggy lil' bitch, jiggle on the dick
Watery, she puckerin' and shit
Guzzle, guzzle it
Eat it, she a doggie ass bitch
Muzzle up her shit
She just want the ecstasy and shit
Trippy, trippy in this bitch
Yeah, that bitch'll pop it if I tip her
Bend her up, dick her
Pockets on Monopoly, big-big spender
Big-big tipper, big-big tricker
Big-big pockets on my big-big dick-a, uh
Fat punani-nani, fat punani-nani
That tsunami-nami, that tsunami-nami
Fat punani-nani, fat punani-nani
That tsunami-nami, that tsunami-nami
Make it nasty, nasty, nasty (Oh)
Make it nasty, nasty, nasty (Oh)
Make it nasty, nasty, nasty (Oh)
Make it nasty, nasty, nasty (Oh)
I know a hundred lil' niggas, hundred lil' niggas
That'll really hunt a lil' nigga, hurt a lil' nigga
You's a lil' bummy lil nigga, dirty lil' nigga
You's a lil' bummy lil' nigga, ugly ass nigga (Oh)
Niggas act dumb when I act dumb-dumb
Tell 'em don't act dumb 'cause I'm dumber (Oh)
How many shots could a nigga duck-duck?
Tell 'em duck down 'fore he get boomed
Fat punani-nani, fat punani-nani
That tsunami-nami, that tsunami-nami
Fat punani-nani, fat punani-nani
That tsunami-nami, that tsunami-nami
(Oh)
(Oh)
(Oh)
(Oh)
YAYA lyrics - 6ix9ine
Ransom got that sauce in it
Se pinta los labio', hoy no tiene horario
Quiere que la busque en la Lambo
Esta noche coronamo'
Dale, para terminar lo que empezamo'
Oh-oh, baila morena, baila morena
Oh-oh, baila morena, baila morena (Baila, baila)
Oh-oh, baila morena, baila morena
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Una nena así me hacía falta
Que metiera mi mano por su falda
Se ve que no e' santa
Es como yo, que le gusta la maldad
Dale, baby, no sea' mala
No pare' de moverte que eso me encanta
Bebecita, dame una, una probaíta'
Tú ere' una mamacita
Cuando chingamo', baby, tú nunca te quita'
Mueve to' ese booty, tan chulita como Anitta
Tú 'tá dura, my niña linda, yaya
Dame tequila, no quiero vaina'
Baila, le subo la mini, yaya
Tráeme bebida, no quiero agua
Quiero my nena linda, yaya (Yaya, yaya)
Dame tequila, no quiero vaina' (Yaya, yaya)
Baila, le subo la mini, yaya
Tráeme bebida, no quiero agua
Ponte friki, frikitona
Tú ere' una chapi-chapiadora
Ella e' bellaquísima, pero no se enamora
Mami, y chingando hay que darte un diploma
Ninguna se te iguala
Ella me dice: "Vente, papi", me la saca (Saca)
Y me baila flow Shakira, waka-waka (Waka)
Ella tiene culo bello pero e' flaca
La baby e' flaca
Quiero my nena linda, yaya
Dame tequila, no quiero vaina'
Baila, le subo la mini, yaya
Tráeme bebida, no quiero agua
La baby 'tá borracha
Rakatá, rakatá, rakatá, rakatá
Rakatá, rakatá, rakatá, rakatá
Mami, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Quiero my nena linda, yaya
Dame tequila, no quiero vaina'
Baila, le subo la mini, yaya
Tráeme bebida, no quiero agua
Luian!
Mambo Kingz
Jowny
BF
(Yaya, yaya)
LEAH lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Akon)
[Akon:]
Akon
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Ooh-oh
Baby, you you're all that I want
When I pour Patrón in your cup
The vibe is feeling so raw
I just wanna take you home
Baby, you you're all that I want
When I pour Patrón in my cup
The vibe is feeling so raw
I just wanna take you home
Baby, you look better with your clothes off
Baby, you look better with your clothes off
Niggas keep telling you to pull up
Vibrate on, turn your phone off
Vibrate on, turn your phone off
Baby, you look better with your clothes off
You look better with your clothes off
[6ix9ine:]
She wanna take ecstasy pills
She wanna take ecstasy pills
She wanna have sex with me, for real
She wanna have sex with me, for real
I know you gotta work tonight
I promise, baby, I'll be worth your time
Fingers crossed that I am your type
What am I saying, bitch, my bread is right
I could treat you right, I could change your life
I could put you in the Wraith with the stars inside
Let's take a shot tonight, I could change your life
Baby, you the type of girl that my mom would like, oh yeah
[Akon:]
Baby, you you're all that I want
When I pour Patrón in your cup
The vibe is feeling so raw
I just wanna take you home
Baby, you you're all that I want
When I pour Patrón in my cup
The vibe is feeling so raw
I just wanna take you home
[6ix9ine:]
Ooh-oh, ooh-oh
Ooh-oh, ooh-oh
She wanna make a movie-ie
Wanna end up on the TV screen
Mixin' Henny with the ecstasy
Don't wanna end up on TMZ
[Akon:]
Baby, you you're all that I want
When I pour Patrón in your cup
The vibe is feeling so raw
I just wanna take you home
Baby, you you're all that I want
When I pour Patrón in my cup
The vibe is feeling so raw
I just wanna take you home
Baby, you look better with your clothes off
Baby, you look better with your clothes off
Niggas keep telling you to pull up
Vibrate on, turn your phone off
Vibrate on, turn your phone off
Baby, you look better with your clothes off
You look better with your clothes off
GATA lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Lil AK)
Beat Menace
[6ix9ine:]
They keep telling me to keep the bitch, but I'ma leave the bitch
Ray Charles, John Cena shit, I can't see the bitch
Shorty said she ain't hungry, but she always eatin' shit
I be coolin', tryna chill, but she always eatin' shit
Kick her out, I don't need a ho, I'ma leave the ho
I won't save her, I won't breed a ho, I don't need a ho
I just fuck her and mislead the ho, I mistreat the ho
She been all up on my Gram, but I don't see her though
Oh my God (Oh, man)
She can't pay her rent, on the 'Gram she a fraud (On God)
Damn, bought new titties, no car (Skrrt)
How the fuck you gon' get to your job?
I know this lil' eater, Baquita (Woo)
I tried to buy her Gucci but she really love Adidas
She said her pussy pink, but she from Brownsville
I was rollin' off the pills, so I still fuckin' kill
Oh damn, let me guess, you need an Uber?
Are you dumb? Are you really fuckin' stupid?
The J-Train is right over there
2.50, bitch, pay the fuckin' fare
[Lil AK:]
I'm conceited, ho, I just semen throws, yeah
I don't feed these hoes, I just leave 'em ghost, yeah
The whole tiki smoke, I don't need to know, yeah
Told her keep it low but she wanna boast, yeah
[6ix9ine:]
They keep telling me to keep the bitch, but I'ma leave the bitch
Ray Charles, John Cena shit, I can't see the bitch
Shorty said she ain't hungry, but she always eatin' shit
I be coolin', tryna chill, but she always eatin' shit
Kick her out, I don't need a ho, I'ma leave the ho
I won't save her, I won't breed a ho, I don't need a ho
I just fuck her and mislead the ho, I mistreat the ho
She been all up on my Gram, but I don't see her though
GTL lyrics - 6ix9ine
Hello
This is a prepaid debit call from Danny.
To accept this call, press 0
Havin' dreams about livin' my life
I've been havin' dreams about bein' outside
I've been, hello baby girl, please don't cry, no
Please don't, no, no no, no, no, no (No)
Mama said, "Hold my hand, no crying, no"
All these niggas wanna take my life, I know
That lil baby boy, please don't die, no
And I might, no, no no, no, no, no (No)
Tell me why, tell me why should I trust these niggas
Tell me why, tell me how I really love these niggas
Hearin' voices in my head sayin' "Fuck these niggas"
My niggas, my niggas, these ain't my niggas
They gon' say what they gon' say, nigga, yeah, I know
They can say what they want, they don't know what I know
Ain't nothin' you can tell me 'bout this life I chose
I was facin' 47, you was sitting at home
I know I can't keep loving you
I know I can't keep trusting you
I put my life to further you
Tell me what I'm supposed to do?
This shit get complicated, I-
My blood, thought you was ride or die
I was just tryna change your life
But it's true, I had something else in mind
Streets fucked up
no trust for that bag nigga, switch up, tryna kill ya
That shit give a nigga goosebumps, paranoia
Keep my head above water, for my daughter
Gotta stay ten toes, nigga, I'm a soldier
Got my back against the wall, I'll never fold up
Wait, wait, wait, wait, nigga, hold up
Still the King of New York, I know, I told 'ya
(You have one minute remaining)
Told ya'
I know I can't keep loving you
I know I can't keep trusting you
I put my life to further you
Tell me what I'm supposed to do?
This shit get complicated, I-
My blood, thought you was ride or die
I was just tryna change your life
But it's true, I had something else in mind
Thank you for using GTL
AVA lyrics - 6ix9ine
(Oh my God, Ronny)
Got my mind on my money, can't lose, I only win
Tell a nigga, like Fefe, I don't really want no friends
And if I don't move right, I could lose my life, I swear
So I gotta with it, gotta keep it on me, it's right here
Gotta keep it on my body, you know I can't ride with no chop
Gotta watch who I link with, I can't give everybody the drop
And if a nigga run up on me you know somebody gon' drop
Ain't no love in the street, gotta keep it with me, niggas know how I rock
Don't trust nobody, no, no
Show no love to nobody, no, no
Nigga wanna take what's mine, no, no
Niggas want my life, I can't go
Know I gotta stay with a black four-four
Wrist on glist and my neck on froze
Niggas wanna get that, no, no, no
That shit click-clack, it's gon' blow
Cadillac BP, moving like a VP
I ain't in DC, life ain't easy
Fool a nigga like me, gotta stay icy
Niggas so spicy 'cause they don't like me
But I know nigga like me gotta keep God close
Niggas still slide in the diablo
No stress, I'ma sleep with my eyes closed
Yeah, I know
Got my mind on my money, can't lose, I only win
Tell a nigga, like Fefe, I don't really want no friends
And if I don't move right, I could lose my life, I swear
So I gotta with it, gotta keep it on me, it's right here
Gotta keep it on my body, you know I can't ride with no chop
Gotta watch who I link with, I can't give everybody the drop
And if a nigga run up on me you know somebody gon' drop
Ain't no love in the street, gotta keep it with me, niggas know how I rock
R.E.D. lyrics - 6ix9ine & Sleiman (feat. Sleiman)
[6ix9ine:]
Sleiman
Iver (Uh)
Ho thicker, diamonds on my neck flicker
Drug dealer, professional pot whipper
Seven figures, got your bitches fuckin' quicker
She want a picture, I tell her no, I know she bitter
Niggas cuttin' up on the internet
Fuck nigga, we ain't into that
We end up in your crib where your family at
Got the .40 on my hip, yeah, that's my stick, yeah
She wanna fuck for a grip, yeah, on my blick, yeah
Couple bands on my shit, yeah, I'ma rip, yeah
With the shits, yeah, that's my clique, yeah
MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it (Ridin' with it)
I'ma hit him up, I'ma fuckin' kill him (Fuckin' kill him)
Run up on him, masked with a black .40 (Black .40)
Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie
[Sleiman:]
Pu-pu-pull up in the black Benz
Clip for the .9's and the MAC-10's
Beefy on the molly, niggas want my money
But when they see me coming, I can see them niggas runnin'
I see them niggas runnin'
Let them niggas act, 'cause they bitches they be lovin', yeah
Blood time, blood rhyme, nigga, this is blood line
Niggas gettin' stupid, try to get by
Pu-pu-pull up in the black Benz
Clip for the .9's and the MAC-10's
[6ix9ine:]
MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it (Ridin' with it)
I'ma hit him up, I'ma fuckin' kill him (Fuckin' kill him)
Run up on him, masked with a black .40 (Black .40)
Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie
Sleiman
Let that shit breathe
TROLLZ (Alternate Edition) lyrics - 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj
[Intro:]
(Sad Pony)
[CanonF8:]
Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
That's cash, one hundred, you need that? I got it
Need it, got it, cash, pockets
Bands on me, sticks on me
You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
That's cash, one hundred, you need that?
[6ix9ine:]
Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know you don't like me, you wanna fight me
You don't want no problems at your party, don't invite me
I don't worry 'bout you niggas, please stop talking 'bout me
Always talking 'bout me 'cause you looking for the clouty
6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina
Riding in a two-seater with two niñas
Baby got that Aquafina, it's cocaina
Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a
Forgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends fuck
Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friends fuck
Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts
Wait, hold up, nah, I still don't give a fuck
Vroom, vroom, G5, vroom, vroom, we high
You the type of nigga that I never wanna be like
You a type of bitch that will never get a reply
Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom
Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Boomin' at your man, now we boomin' at his matas
Split his fucking wig, bust it open like piñata
[Nicki Minaj:]
He tryna put it en mi culo, real fat gato
When he eat it, I tell him to squeeze it like a taco
All my niggas out of town, moving all that blanco
I ain't letting up on you bitches say "uncle"
Still the baddest bitch, quarantining en mi casa
Talking all that shit, but you bitches ain't saying caca
Uh, a flock of birds, waka
All my bitches pretty, juicy booty, pretty knockers
Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh)
He a slave to this pussy, call me master
Real wet, I said, "Slurp it like it's pasta"
They get nervous when it's Nicki on the roster (Rrr)
Somebody usher this nigga into a clinic
My flow's still sick, I ain't talkin' a pandemic
I write my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches gimmicks
They study Nicki style, now all of them wan' mimic
Talkin' 'bout snitches when it's snitches in your camp
Never stand alone, you always itchin' for a stamp
Me, I'm still money, wrists light up like a lamp
They gon' have to send they best fighter for the champ
[6ix9ine:]
Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[CanonF8:]
Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
[Nicki Minaj:]
If he like, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast
He singin' my old song, yellin', "Ass, ass, ass"
They be speedin', tryna beat me, then they crash, crash, crash
Still a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash
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