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six - falsecris lyrics

woooooo
woah ye ye ye
woah

your b*tch looking bad , got her in my backseat
i love popping tags , f*ck her and her bestie
now she call me mad
lately in my bag
skrting out that lot , i be going fast
all my shooters really stepping they gonna take your soul
grab the grabba , chief the opps , now we blowing os
all these bands up in my pocket , my pants laying low
all these bands up in my pocket , im like *oh sh*t*
eyes they laying low
bloodshot i been fiending for this drank
count the money we gonna break the bank
love my green we smoking on that dank
d*ck her down and she gonna tell me thanks
slat slat slat woah
kicking down that door
open up , oh sh*t
they be on the floor , hammer on me feel like thor
ima run these bands , ima go and hit up forbes
aquafina diamonds shining keep that drac no ovo
with the pressure pistol pack a punch , you know we on go
everybody hate , i don’t mean to flex but i got paid
all black whip we take , ive been moving militant like tank
i be causing havoc soon as i walk in the store
pop up in the bently , f*ck it hop up in a rolls
yea that boy he flexing big racks , b*tch we ain’t the same
talking how you flipping big packs , that’s that little weight
i got big bucks
i got sticks , i got bl!cks , i got big bucks
6 figures , i got big bucks
6 figures , slatt woah

- falsecris lyrics

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