baby russ - devils ink lyrics
yeah , six, six, six she got it tatted on her
lip , lip , lip she so dramatic but i
take a sip, sip, sip i got a habit on me
keep a stick, stick, stick and ima blast it homie
triple six, six, six she got it tatted on her
wrist so cold put a patek on her
-ss so fat i gotta grab it homie
come get your b-tch, b-tch , b-tch flip and p-ss her homie
come get your b-tch
pull up with a stick
we gonna get you hit
drop a brick like l!ckity split
i don’t drop the clip because that’s evidence
official and intelligent
they should call me president smoking on this medicine
i know that girl a demon
she trynna take my soul
they hate me for no reason
d-mn that sh-t getting old
it feel like h-ll is freezing
d-mn that boy getting cold
it feel like i’m still dreaming
because she just hit my phone
so should i pick it up
half the time it feel like you don’t really give a f-ck
(yea yea) that’s why i’m giving up
and i’m giving in
the devil smiling again
i think that she think we’re friends
yeah , six, six, six she got it tatted on her
lip , lip , lip she so dramatic but i
take a sip, sip, sip i got a habit on me
keep a stick, stick, stick and ima blast it homie
triple six, six, six she got it tatted on her
wrist so cold put a patek on her
-ss so fat i gotta grab it homie
come get your b-tch, b-tch , b-tch flip and p-ss her homie
lightning up the gas because i’m h-lla p-ssed
p-ss inside the cup and i won’t p-ss the sh-t
i keep a mac and then a drum no i never miss
i’m sipping on this dirty call it activist
i shook his hand sold my soul let the devil in
now she blowing up my phone like here we go again
smoke inside my chest and then i puff again
you stole my heart and ran i’m alone again
i hate the fact i love you
i don’t know why the h-ll i trust you
maybe i was wrong maybe is it not true
i got a better b-tch now so it’s f-ck you
yeah , six, six, six she got it tatted on her
lip , lip , lip she so dramatic but i
take a sip, sip, sip i got a habit on me
keep a stick, stick, stick and ima blast it homie
triple six, six, six she got it tatted on her
wrist so cold put a patek on her
-ss so fat i gotta grab it homie
come get your b-tch, b-tch , b-tch flip and p-ss her homie
flip and p-ss her homie , flip and p-ss her homie
wrist so cold put a patek on her
six six six she got it tatted on her
she got it tatted on her
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