I thought i recognized her
Yeah he's six feet under
I be giving work to the kids
Got some sick trix to get a six,
Or is there six different fathers,
Talking about the god you serve
Intendent attend them, cool cause
Six rebels lost in their thoughts
My bank of america account got six figures
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
And to those six people who've let me
Bitch, i might make you my baby
Got stretch marks like she got four kids
And started listening when i was six
Fucked the hot ass cashier in isle motherfuckin six
I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks
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