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striker musik - six ward von lyrics

[intro: babyfxce e]
huh, yeah
(pull that b*tch ’round the back)
it’s with an x, n*gga
(yeah, tell ’em pull it ’round the back)
b*tch, b*tch
yeah

[verse 1: babyfxce e]
gettin’ a striker easy, all you need is a propad
plug it up on the passenger side by the floor mat
don’t even start it up, put it in neutral and let it roll back
and if you wonder how i know, ’cause youtube, bro, i don’t condone that
rob a n*gga that owe me ’til his pockets pay his debt off
b*tch so bad, i took two minutes, i couldn’t even get a sweat off
dog want fair and square, i up the glock, told him bet was off
i probably sold a couple pills before, but i don’t mess with dog
post a snippet and don’t drop it just to mess with y’all
give lil’ bro a couplе dollars to get the extras off
lеt him fill up in his own blood like some epsom salt
got head from two b*tches at one time, that’s an extra thought
and my sh*t was soft, both of them b*tches couldn’t even get me up
parked a stolen car, called big bro to come and pick me up
why do i do these things and, man, i know this sh*t gon’ get me booked?
hop out with the switch and he start crying, he know he evened up
my amex card just came in, i’m done spendin’ money
if i put you on my main mans, then you wasn’t really for me
bro don’t never miss, but when he shoot it, it’s so ugly
i fell asleep, forgot to hit, i’m like, “ooh, this b*tch so lucky”
this a fully 5.56, bro, you can’t shoot that with the b*tton
grab the k if that b*tch jam ’cause it don’t do that with them russians
know why you ain’t got no money? ’cause you out here clubbin’
focus on that chicken ’cause your b*tch probably out here f*ckin’
[verse 2: six ward von]
jumped the curb in the ‘cat, spilled a cup of trish (spilled a cup of trish)
n*gga can’t put ’em on a rack, but he can f*ck a b*tch (but he can f*ck a b*tch)
this n*gga chain small as h*ll, he need another inch (need another inch)
havin’ withdrawals ’bout that p*ssy make me reminisce (make me reminisce)
he tryna play with my name, i’m tryna send a blitz (i’m tryna send a)
i just bust on her face, you tryna give her kiss (mwah)
you lookin’ for them perky thangs, i can get ’em in (i can get ’em in)
my young just spint a n*gga block, i’m tryna spin a benz (i’m tryna spin a)
park the striker ’round the back, put it right behind the scat’
so they won’t see, my young n*gga got the hood hot (got the hood hot)
i know some n*ggas duckin’ wreck, bendin’ corners in the ‘vette
i had to call my lil’ ho because the wood dropped
n*ggas act like i don’t be out, you can’t miss this b*tch
i switched lanes too fast, almost flipped this b*tch
he don’t even know how to pour the drank, boy, your ass a kid
you ain’t even got no f*ckin’ rank, who you tryna trick?

- six ward von lyrics

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