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6 Mile Show (feat. Icewear Vezzo)
Babyface Ray
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Reef Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah My heart cold, I put ice on it like it's swollen My pockets fat and I'm huggin' on it like I'm Norbit Hold on, what I say? Gotta bring it back on they ass My heart cold, I put ice on it like it's swollen (Yeah) My pockets fat and I'm huggin' on 'em like I'm Norbit (Huh?) A street nigga, I turn bougie quick on a poor b***h I might miss Thanksgiving, we on Ocean Drive with foreigns (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) I been off the porch, in too deep, shit, I'm snorkelin' (Yeah) Call me Pistol Pete, pass that b***h to my boy, yeah (My boy, yeah) Young b***h with me, feed her chips and juice, she ain't even grown yet (Lil' b***h) In the grand Jeep, we three deep, but that's four mill' (Four million) Ayy, twin, break that pill, get me geeked, I'm the nerd man (Yeah) I ain't even in Rich Gang, I know young thugs and bird mans (For real) Cuddy in a ten with a bag of oranges like a Birkin B***h just seen my fit, she said, "Oh my God, this shit all Virgil" **** the private, press it all, money all in (All in) Money fallin' (Fallin') I just walked in (Yeah) Bad, thick, mixed b***h look like starlet If I ain't Wavy Gang, nigga, what you call that? **** the corner up, got it all back, you know I'm hardhead (Yeah) I can't tell you if the p***y good, I get all head (Nigga) 2022 sittin' low, watch me crawl past (Phew) Lil' nigga, I'll **** your b***h, I'm with all that (With all that) I'm a bull, I'm like Curry, I got pull (Yeah) Mask down over my eyes, not no wool, clip is full (Nigga) Who got work? Bust a jugg, sell your soul for a buzz (Huh? Huh?) Droppin' fours, I'm not Blood, I keep soda full of mud Have 'em dig a hole and drop you down, **** rollin' niggas up (**** all that shit) We can grab them hoes and let them choose, it's either them or us I was Louis shades for 'bout three K, ain't never did no buffs (Light) We was takin' off the stash alone, ain't no b***h gettin' stuff, nigga Thirty on my waist, if you ain't up, can't relate Huh, million dollars cash, brick of raw, scrape the plate (Skrrt) Yeah, stuff it in my pants, dog shit, break the bank (Yeah, yeah) Do two hundred in that 'Rari, Rollie all in they face (Rollie all in they face) Huh, pop a pill, watch her eat it up, we geeked or what? (We geekin') Huh, took a Tesla, VV'd up, Elon Musk (Elon) Yeah, I be in the trenches, we T'd up, feed my cup (Yeah) Yeah, this nigga and this b***h done ran it up like Leon Russ' (Ran it up) Switch on the Glock look like Baccarat, we shop a lot (Fah, fah) Huh, she ain't never seen this wrist before, that's Vacheron Huh, tweakin' in that 'Rari late at night, don't stop a lot (Uh uh) Multi-million dollar nigga 'hind this tint, hoppin' out (Drank God) Huh, Wavy Gang, IUR is up, the dream team (Dream team) All rich niggas, look like we in Queens, supreme team (Boss) Big goofy nigga, must be colorblind, your lean green (Haha) Bet I walked him down, run me that whole kit, I need these, nigga Yeah Drank God
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