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6am - semi homie lyrics

[intro]
on the men
you know how i’m coming, you know what i’m on

[chorus]
she said she’ll give me his wallet she want her some shark boots
she asked what i want for my birthday i want drip
5k on a fit, blew that sh*t on a monday
backend just caught a lil’ ten in all dubs
off the face card caught me a twenty big b*tch
catch them perc’s, and i’m going twenty a ten
i tried to put fifty in my louis bag sh*t ain’t fit
bro moving them m*box thirty he pushing that fent’
it’s homie you know i got to make sure my clip full
it’s six in the morning this sun ’bout to rise
she [?] on her kids but this b*tch still lying
you gon’ oop him or what? b*tch make up your mind
got a free g30 and was working that b*tch
you chasing her n*gga i was carrying that b*tch
back then i was toting a m&p40
i’m getting money n*gga i don’t give a f*ck ’bout your twitter story
i’m trying to bag him and his man in that exact ordеr

[verse]
bro hitting the road for them glocks i’m ’bout to put in a order
mе and jai in a free car sh*t say low gas
bro tied up his shirt in his face he had no mask
went [?] this car this b*tch got high mileage
he a b*tch, but you let him tell it he a cold gangster
i couldn’t wait to bag him i was too anxious
you know if i’m f*cking on her that b*tch top ranking
all the men getting switches how we styling out the new year
everybody get a man we hop out that’s how we coming
you got too much time on your hand go get some money
you lie about some serious sh*t i look at you funny
i know i ain’t tripping i go with my first instinct
i cut her off ’cause that dumb b*tch don’t listen
you hear this [?] you might not even hit back
n*gga fake at my drop, you know he got cl!cked at
that g22 got to hitting out the windshield
really hitting and driving one hand on the steering wheel
i’m not just rapping we bumping for real
we run into n*ggas and we bag ’em for real
my members just facetimed me with a n*gga chain
they told me the story i start shaking my head (worse)
sweet*ass n*gga got followed for half a hour
n*gga keep playing like i won’t come f*ck up his baby shower
[chorus]
she said she’ll give me his wallet she want her some shark boots
she asked what i want for my birthday i want drip
5k on a fit, blew that sh*t on a monday
backend just caught a lil’ ten in all dubs
off the face card caught me a twenty big b*tch (on the men)
catch them perc’s, and i’m going twenty a ten
i tried to put fifty in my louis bag sh*t ain’t fit
bro moving them m*box thirty he pushing that fent’
it’s homie you know i got to make sure my clip full (g30)
it’s six in the morning this sun ’bout to rise (it’s six in the morning)
she [?] on her kids but this b*tch still lying
you gon’ oop him or what? b*tch make up your mind
got a free g30 and was working that b*tch (on the men)
you chasing her n*gga i was carrying that b*tch (carrying that b*tch)
back then i was toting a m&p40
i’m getting money n*gga i don’t give a f*ck ’bout your twitter story
(i’m trying to bag him and his man in that exact order)

- semi homie lyrics

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