88 step up in this bitch in an MCM suit 38 snub in my MCM boots Young what you smoking on I call it 6 c-notes got it on the westside, cost me 6 c-notes
6'n the morning' police at my door Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my
6'N the morning' police at my door Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my
You know it's other people's money That be makin' em trick They makin' me sick, never stop suckin' my dick Thinkin' a nigga runnin' tricks, cause he sit in a 6
I touch with my hand, I touch with my heart. The affection of stillness Kiss the hand that blesses me
held my hands, never knew how to act And the same black line that was drawn on you Was drawn on me And now it's drawn me in 6Th Avenue heartache Below
mine is yours and what's yours is mines When I'm in Houston, you be treatin' me fine I scoop you up in L.A.X. around 6 I scootch you through the hood
You couldn't palm it with Shaquille hands It seems to me she had the whole world in her pants Walked behind her whispering love songs She started smiling so I handed
I know how to hold that shit Empty the can with one hand and reload that shit Give 'em the full clip, these niggas is bullshit Been talkin' big six
to urse I mean us, left in the dust Try to catch up with massah I used to wanna wrap my hands around the esophagus of them crackers But Ephesians 6:12
ride in my car I'm law, so authorities can't pin me for shit Hey baby, see me and you, we can pack it up and split Let's go, forget Motel 6, we can go
cris, I see miss Icey 6 tha sea six Icey fits on five, icey tips Icey that, icey this Icey neck, icey wrist Icey cris, I see miss Icey 6 tha sea six
kat. heh, get that? Cop cris' by the six-pack, range rov? ' dot six that Benz coupe, drop six that Buggy eye seven come out? shit, took the six back
'm high by my festival eyes. festival eyes? aint it a monday? fuck knows! may aswell be a sunday. run away when i take off 6 val's whoops... straight lose six
head recall that Late night creepin' through the alley with six deuce Strapped up everybody focused no mixed views A sawed off pump in my hand with two
owed him one See, Gee was a homie from a long time ago When I was young, he used to let me get the rag 6-4 I used to sell dope with him, even went to
Phone number in the bank In my ten till six With my 305 paint I got my 357 and my 501s And Lear 55 with my Air Force Ones [Chorus] X6
them bitches What up stunna Thanks fo them six digits (fasho) What up ball What up G What up Memphis Tenna fuckin' key (wats hapenin) What up Three 6