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6ix9ine - keke (clean) lyrics

[intro: 6ix9ine]
sc-m gang!
am nation

[chorus 1: 6ix9ine]
i be on the block, on the regular
with my n—– bustin’ at the cops, on the regular
b—— s—–‘ d—, givin’ top, on the regular
catch me water whippin’ straight drop, on the regular
yeah, you know i run up with the s—, on the regular
bare-faced, i’ma hit a lick, on the regular
posted with the drop, — ——, on the regular
yeah, i’m 6ix9ine with the 9, on the regular

[verse 1: 6ix9ine]
n—– want war, yeah, kick their door, yeah
n—– want the sauce, yeah, shake ’em off, yeah
i’m still in the hood, yeah, bussin’ juggs, yeah
rollin’ through the city, yeah, with my n—–, yeah
n—– want they b—- back, i don’t chit-chat
run up, hear a “click-clack”, blow your s— back
baby, i ain’t a hot boy, i’m a block boy
—— ——- —– (ah), make him diddy bop, boy (ayy)

[chorus 2: fetty wap]
n—-, we be bustin’ at the opps, on the regular
n—-, we be duckin’ from the cops, on the regular
b—— s—–‘ d— and givin’ top, on the regular
s— that’s on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain’t regular
n—–, if it’s comin’ from my spot, it ain’t regular
semi-wheelers on a different side, it ain’t regular
you can’t take the money when you die, it ain’t regular
n—– with me, really ready to die, on the regular (yeah)

[verse 2: fetty wap]
pu-pu-pu-pu-pull up to his door, yeah, get on the floor, yeah (yeah)
pull up, we gon’ shoot, don’t check out the score yet (yeah)
different colored coupes, money on the floor, yeah (yeah)
they know i got juice, drippin’, drippin’ sauce, yeah (yeah-ayy-a)
pull up to his door, yeah, get on the floor, yeah (yeah-ayy-a)
pull up, we gon’ shoot, don’t check out the score yet (yeah-ayy-a)
different colored coupes, money on the floor, yeah (yeah-ayy-a)
they know i got juice, drippin’, drippin’ sauce, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
they know i’ma ball, like lavar (yeah-ayy-a)
ayy, ’bout to take a trip to the stars (yeah-ayy-a)
ayy, let a n—- drip in designer (yeah-ayy-a)
ayy, makin’ money flip for the mob (yeah)

[verse 3: a boogie wit da hoodie]
i f— it up, i f— it up, mmm, yeah
shmegular, that’s regular, mmm, yeah
i hit it on the tour bus, ooh yeah
if i’m a player, you a —-, ooh yeah
i told my .38, “i love you”
that’s my baby, when i pull up she pull up, two-seater
hermès on the buckle, and a
lotta bag in the duffle, yeah
leave ’em wetter, let it rain, n—-
put a .30 to your m——–‘ brain n—-, ah
i’m runnin’ around with the same n—–
same n—– that’ll take a n—- chain, n—-, ah

- 6ix9ine lyrics

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