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lil yee - 6am freestyle كلمات أغنية

[intro]
psh (brutal money)
ayy, psh
ayy, oh, oh (that n_gga b on the beat)
ayy

[verse 1]
dirty cup, dirty clip, but the whip clean (whip clean)
and the b_tch leave, you ain’t what i never seen (seen)
i’m probably what that ho want, but what the b_tch need (what she need)
i’m a breath of fresh air, let the b_tch breathe
rick owens fat laces, i can’t even tie ’em up
four_by_four g_wagon, drive it like a tonka truck
ice cold wrist froze, jumpin’ out of sleeves (yeah)
in and out of conscious (yeah), in and out of sleep
chrome heart with twenty thousand bulgin’ out my jeans
finna skip to maxfield, eyes on chinese
ching_a_ling, want a bag, bada boom, bada bing (yeah)
it’s a tris in the pop, i can’t pour up with no green

[bridge]
b_tches— (yeah)
get the f_ck out (get the f_ck out)
mm, mm, ayy, ayy
6 in the mornin’ (get the f_ck out)
ah, ah, mm, mm (i swear to god)
[verse 2]
ayy (ayy), skippin’ out the b_tch house, kinda out of pocket (yeah)
ain’t no question that i got it, but it’s ’bout who first to pop it (yeah, uh)
i’ve been f_ckin’ up the city, sellin’ pounds and pourin’ wocky (wock’)
fifty thousand was the profit, all twenties, it was sloppy (broke)
we the ones that put it on and make them other n_ggas copy
i should run off on the plug because he got my n_gga coppin’
got the oxy from miami, call them blues, we call them dolphins
one thing i never seen is a dead man talkin’ (yeah, is a dead—)
b_tches— (walkin’, ayy)
shut the f_ck up (shut the f_ck up)
she don’t try to fall in love, i’m tryna f_ck somethin’
before he walk off in the club, let me tuck somethin’ (let me tuck somethin’)
and if i whip this b_tch out, i’ma pluck somethin’ (bah)
i got road rage, johnny cage, black belt, drop kick (drop kick)
heard he was dissin’ on the ‘gram, that’s why they clapped him (that’s why they clapped him)
thirty thousand large in my pants, i’m finna cop kit (i’m finna what?)
what the f_ck i’m talkin’ ’bout? i already got kit (come on, man)
gamblin’ on the next opp to die, this a live pic (yeah, this a live pic)
he ain’t gon’ make it to— ha, n_gga, watch this
low reward, high risk, light skin, 5’6″
pretty brown with some ass, i got tight sh_t (i got tight sh_t)
welcome to the underworld, where we run night shift
if you ain’t tryna cop nothin’, why you asking prices? (shh)
i just know the kid came low from my pieces
know n_ggas doin’ petty time and know some real lifers
strikers, sp_ce ships, invest in dirty rifles
these hunger games’ll make you go insane, it’s about survival
[outro]
6 in the mornin’, get the f_ck out
shut the f_ck up ’cause this a drug house
if you ain’t tryna spend a— get the— uh
mm, mm, mm, mm
ayy, it’s 6 in the mornin’ (mornin’)
ah, ah, mm, mm, mm, yeah
6 in the mornin’, get the f_ck out
get the f_ck out
oh, oh, ayy

- lil yee

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