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Rëal Six Lyrics by Yeat Yeat
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Yeah, all of my brothers they rich, been rockin' that Chrome Hearts
All of my thots they love me, they bang my phone sex
I been on pills all day
Like M.I.A
I pull up, we turn up a notch, we turning it, sick
Ride 'round that bitch with a, yeah, blick
Took me the ecstasy, I'm high, can't even sit
And this chain so heavy, I'ma die, Glock sit on my hips
I'm driving around this city, now I'm posted in V.I.P
It be your own city that'll kill you, like R.I.P. Nip
I went and been spent like a fire, I bought me the ship
Yeah, I'm chillin' up at the Ritz, so that they call me Chip
Pour a four up in my soda, just so I could dip
Walked inside the buildin', posted on my hip
I told you to back away, I don't need none of your help
My wrist livin' underwater, might as well call this kelp
Sleep, shots, yeah, I been on pills all day
M.I.A
Like a chump, man, get beat in your head
Every last one of my bitches love on me
And I hate to say it, but I'm horny
I need you to lick on, all of me
I went and put my wrist on, no degree
I went put my rich on, with no degrees
Bitch, I died and didn't go to Heaven
All of my pockets really filled up with some knots, yeah, bitch they really breaded
Any time I ever told you I was talkin' shit, better know I really meant it
I can't even waste my time with a broke bitch, nah she can't spend a penny
Got a lot of Percs, it ain't hard to pen it, yeah
Got a lot of Percs, got a lot depending on me
I just left the earth, and they told me landed on me
I just told her pull up, come and break it down on me
How the hell you pull up, then go turn around on me
Yeah, all of my brothers they rich, been rockin' that Chrome Hearts
All of my thots they love me, they bang my phone sex
I been on pills all day
Like M.I.A
I pull up, we turn up a notch, we turnin' it, sick
Ride 'round that bitch with a, yeah, blick
Took me the ecstasy, I'm high, can't even sit
And this chain so heavy, I'ma die, Glock sit on my hips
I'm driving around this city, now I'm posted in V.I.P
It be your own city that'll kill you, like R.I.P. Nip
I went and been spent like a fire, I bought me the ship
I'm chillin' up at the Ritz, so that they call me Chip
Pour a four up in my soda, just so I can dip
Walked inside the pent, it's posted on my hip
I told you to back away, I don't need none of your help
My wrist livin' underwater, might as well call this kelp
Sleep, shots, yeah, I been on pills all day
M.I.A
Like a chump, man, get beat in your head
Every last one of my bitches love on me
And I hate to say it, but I'm horny
I need you to lick on, all of me
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