sixdxxp - cursed lyrics
aye homie you need some help?(multiple gunshots)
punk -ss n-gga!
superb
maniac, murderer, busting on the f-cking scene
sipping lean, popping caps, smoking blunts, packing green
you about to die- this ain’t no motherf-cking dream
making money, making cream, sixth sense, six life be the team though
wanna f-ck with us? about to bust sleep punk motherf-cker dead n-gga crushed
running while im gunning leaving dead bodies while im on and let them know- when i see them bust c-ck the 9 hit the cut- drive the car slow, pop six shots and then we dip, on the k!llers tip
p-ss me the o’, so i can take a sip
always pack a gat- hollow points make your brains go splat
im about that, n-ggas on the block slanging crack
187 on a f-cking rat, form my set, in the shadows creeping like a black cat
and im all black- homicide b-tches always (?) last though (?) dont even try
we six forever; we murder and then we multiply. on some (?) earth sh-t(?)
w-ssup six life, six lane cursed
2013
you know what i mean this sh-t?
toasty!
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