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lil yee - 6am freestyle (remix) كلمات أغنية

[intro: lil yee]
psh (cmondarrious)
(brutal money)
ayy, psh
mm, mm, oh, oh, oh (that n_gga b on the beat)
ayy

[verse 1: lil yee]
dirty cup, dirty clip, but the whip clean (whip clean)
and the b_tch leave yee ain’t what i never seen (never 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_wagen, 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 chinеse
ching_a_ling, bada bang, bada boom, bada bing (yeah, yeah)
it’s somе tris in the pop, i ain’t pour up with no green

[bridge: lil yee]
b_tch, it’s— (yeah)
get the f_ck out (get the f_ck out)
mm, mm, ayy, ayy
6 in the morning (get the f_ck out)
ah, ah, mm, mm (i swear to god, ayy)
[verse 2: lil yee]
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, ayy)
i’ve been f_ckin’ up the city, sellin’ pounds and pourin’ wocky (wock’)
fifty thousand was the profit, all twenties, it was sloppy (bro)
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_tch, it’s— (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’ (frrt, frrt, 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 askin’ prices? (shh)
i just know the kid came low from my prices
know n_ggas doin’ petty time and know some real lifers
strikers, sp_ceships, invest in dirty rifles
these hunger games’ll make you go insane, it’s about survival
[chorus: lil yee & veeze]
6 in the mornin’, get the f_ck out (get the f—)
shut the f_ck up ’cause this a drug house
if you ain’t tryna spend a— get the— uh
mm, mm, mm
ayy, it’s 6 in the morning (in the morning)
ah, ah, mm, mm, mm, yeah
6 in the mornin’, get the f_ck out (like right now though)
get the f_ck out (only 6:15)
oh, oh, ayy (gang, gang)

[verse 3: veeze]
sprite same color pink slip, yeah, i own that (pink slip)
30k a month just on pints, call it gangrene (ugh)
last few n_ggas slept on me, took a dirty nap (them n_ggas dead)
shoppin’ all in london for a week, change my accent (b_tch, i’m like you, yeah)
pain is too deep, couple percs can’t even k!ll that (yeah)
tris syrup taste like toothpaste, i can’t sip that (ugh, uh_uh)
10k spent on levi’s with the leather pad (frrt)
shawty first time, five star, she eat crab backs (she a ghetto b_tch)
yeah (yeah), but it was 4 in the morning when she told me where her crib at (i pulled up at ’bout 5)
yeah, i heard her n_gga beat her ass ’cause he see me on the ring cam (yeah)
we bought all the bottega shoes like they new balance (this sh_t cheap)
drivin’ like i’m on a four wheeler in this g_wagen (yeah)
i don’t know, big bank, duct tape, brick wrapper (yeah)
can’t be f_cked with, these hoes wan’ bring some action (no cap)
yeah, i had to kick her out thе spot, can’t lay up, b_tch, we still trappin’ (b_tch, this the spot)
yeah, i made a hundred bag play when my folks drove from alabama (runnin’ lights, still red, you know how it go)
yeah, i’m on the road smokin’ cigs, nerves bad with the paraphernalia (cruise control type sh_t)
yeah, i count the money when it come out the machine, i don’t trust nothin’ (yeah)
meetin’ with the mob, fish eggs and some bone marrow (on my mama)
rich n_gga, love designer bags than a spoiled girl (talk to ’em)
they welcome home when i walk inside the chrome store (talk)
i steal at amazon, them hitters stood at front door (yeah)
‘rari charged up, take gas, n_gga, pick your poison (go, n_gga)
fifty bands just on earrings, i can’t hear the pointers
all my n_ggas look rich, n_gga, look at yours
dressin’ like a gothic white boy with all ricky on (check them bands, alright)
[outro: veeze]
gang, gang, gang, gang (yeah, yeah, uh)
f_ck goin’ on?

- lil yee

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