Lola Monroe

Lola Monroe - 6 God (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

Feat. King Los

Wonder why nobody wish you well?

While you’re wishing well

It should be true

But I’ m wishing well

Cut the whole block off the scheme nigga

Catch him with some grill

If you’re trippin’ still

He be missing you forever ever ever ever

Never worry get the medal baby

It better get you a 30

It better get you a 30

She ain’t never need a nigga

A nigga never been this

Up town nigga let you dirty

But your body counts

Have a cemetery

Bitches are very ambitionary

They guessin’ when they come up like it’s dictionary

I get you off like a weekend

You ain’t never need a reason

Say your mother she gonna need to call her a ____

Picture a perfect shot

They gonna think I do movies

That if I have to

But I never do

Probably busy pullin’ up on 5th Avenue

No sponsor, word to my revenue

I make arrangements

Damn, bitches on the ground

Trying to run the scam

And I will run up on you like when I lie

Throw them in the van

Pop them for your man

Bitches on the ground,lame

I don’t do no flexin’ got my way to put the mess

I don’t do no stressin’

I just play on fingers cash

I’ll be on the swerve

Niggaz getting hurt

Pussy don’t deserve for real nigga worth

How you tryin’ to bag a dime?

I’m still baggin’ diamonds

I be trying to put these bitches on a stack and shine

But your broke ass be trapped in mine

Queen, ain’t no bitch that can trick her

Now I throw shit

I throw hands for the record

I’m not new to this

A queen bitch rapped to the District Side

I’m not new to this

You bitches couldn’t fuck around with this side

I’m not new to this

I’m not new

I’m not new to this

A queen bitch rapped to the District Side

I’m not new to this

You bitches couldn’t fuck around with this side

I’m not new to this

I’m not new

I told the fucker suckers

If you fuck and suck them get the bread out

You just trying to kick it like it’s more touch

I’m a king and I be humble

But I can black the shadow with a finger like my tumble

NIggaz thinkin’ I might crumble

Really got the game fucked up

I can knock a sting out of a bumble

Niggaz got my aim fucked up

Going against me that's dying

Say you with the shit, that's lying

Nigga you a motherfuckin' family guy

All your dogs talkin' that's Bryan

Gangsta, you are not

If you call shots than I reverse calls

That's Bryan, yeah

You used to be the shit but that's quiet

Hush, nigga what the fuck you are with?

Fuck I’m out of your lane, you are fucked

What?

You niggaz reall think you’re snap

Nigga frame all that

You get the picture later

I tell my bitch and she’s in

Initiator, every day was with a different flavor

I bet the neighbors know my name

I put it down and I left a motherfucking crown on the wall

I had the whole town on my balls

Fuckin’ with me though

I ain’t from the 6 side

I’m from the 4 and I let the niggaz know I fly

With skinny niggaz I can’t die

For your fishy shit, fishy lips, get my skin tight

King and queen

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