6 Flow - Bartbourne Lyrics
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Silahkan disimak 6 Flow - Bartbourne Lyrics Berikut Dibawah ini untuk Selanjutnya.[verse 1: che]
yeah, we just smoking on opps, put that ass in a vape
yo b*tch, she standing on top with that ass in my face
he tryna run from them bullets, can’t run from that ‘k
she gon’ pull up, n*gga run and we shoot at his face
b*tch, i want money, any statement gon’ move out the place
[?] cake
glock out guwap, f*ck n*gga, my name is che
knock out your doorman, b*tch, i’ma run in yo’ place
put some white in her smoke, yeah, that b*tch a best friend
air out a wasteman, n*gga so done, feel like drake
this n*gga hatin’, ’cause he not up in my place
her head amazing, made my body harlem shake
i keep ‘em waiting, i’ll never drop my tape
i own some bulldogs, but they never in they cage
f*cking real sh*t, i got some money in my face
i get on nate beats, ’cause i love the f*cking bass
put him in the lake, ’cause i’ll never leave a trace
i’m with my twin, that’s just on that straight sh*t
shoot at yo’ b*tch, he won’t have a ray
no jeremy lin, i’m shootin’ out mace
i f*ck on 10s, d*ck in all they face
i heard your mans, got put in a ditch
walk on my wrist, we in outer sp*ce
[verse 2: che]
ten times two, a n*gga never liked a jake
i’m in yo’ state farming b*tches, n*gga, like i’m jake
i’m in a sitcom, finna cop a debbie kay
a lot of sh*t gone, n*gga shoot with double dracs
she finna’ bend over, then i put it in her face
if i put cartier’s on, then how can i get mid
if i don’t rock the saint peter, how can i be lit?
if i ain’t bussin’ a b*tch, then how can she be late?
before i eat, man, you know it’s always “as*salamu alayk*m”
24/8, b*tch, i’m always ballin’ like a laker
my life a movie, but h*ll nah, this ain’t anime
i love my mama, but i ain’t tell her that i made it
i love these b*tches, you see n*ggas, they so basic
i light his frontal up, and you know i face it
i f*cked this lil’ hoe up, think she was jamaican
i make this drac’ go “vrrah”, where his body lay
i don’t wear makeup, nah, but i look amazing
all of these white diamonds, everybody think i’m racist
gotta go raw, ’cause i’m making everybody fake
put it on god, i’m in everybody f*cking brain
i got my nails done, everybody swear i’m g*y
i told lil’ twin, “let’s take it right back to the basics”
bullets say, “haha, young n*gga did not kick”
you poppin’, i land, and i’m f*cking on an eight
my mom, she hate me, i’m bad at communicating
you tell the cops sumn’, you’ll always be a b*tch
i told the crab fiends, “uncle told me how to mix”
i told my main b*tch, “let’s go have a blasian baby”
i like a g*shock, but i think this sh*t outdated
you so feline, how it feel to get cremate?
b*tch, in my free time, i be boolin’ with yo’ bae
but it’s the street time, smoking with a non*fake
i need some me time, told this b*tch, “i cannot fake”
i hit her three times, three times, now she can’t even take it
put this on rewind, [?]
i told elon, b*tch, we finna make a sp*ceship
[ intro verse: david garcia]
i should have known, i should have known
the night pa died , the night you weren’t there
blood is worthless to you , just like he was to you
just like i am to
now it’s time for you to learn what blood really means
aargh
david!
[verse 3: bartbourne]
i’m never lackin b*tch i keep my heater
i ain’t cuffin that b*tch , cuz that b*tch she a treesha
n*ggas be bummies yeah, they wanna be us (yeah)
locked in wit gang yeah, posted wit mia
high car fashion i got a 3 seater
talking that sh*t n*gga do you wanna meet up
too live in this b*tch , yeah i feel like vegeta
she call me a hero, b*tch i feel like i’m peter
it was nice to meet ya , but i don’t wanna see ya
do it own yo own, b*tch i ain’t no teacher
shout out sosa i gotta pay his bail
i ain’t no empath , give a f*ck about how you felt
you n*ggas sorry, you gotta take a l
f*ck bout no views i feel like chris sails
that b*tch she musty, she got a smell
i’m at the krusty , i gotta help
they tryna be me , but they already failed
they wanna reach me, hit me through the mail
do it precisely, i ain’t leaving no trail
b*tch fat ass f*ck, she built like a whale
[verse 2 repeat: che]
no jeremy lin, i’m shootin’ out mace
i f*ck on 10s, d*ck in all they face
i heard your mans, got put in a ditch
walk on my wrist, we in outer sp*ce
ten times two, a n*gga never liked a jake
i’m in yo’ state farming b*tches, n*gga, like i’m jake
i’m in a sitcom, finna cop a debbie kay
a lot of sh*t gone, n*gga shoot with double dracs
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