Lola Monroe - 6 God (Freestyle) lyrics
rate meFeat. 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