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babyface ray - 6 mile show lyrics

6 mile show lyrics
[intro: icewear vezzo]
(southside on the track, yeah)
big business

[chorus: babyface ray & icewear vezzo]
one blue hundred, she’ll dance for me
she know i got a check, keep harassin’ me
it’s a mess on my neck, keep starin’ at me
“face, what it hit for?” they keep askin’ me
just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbin’ me
man, the money counter still ain’t fast as me
gettin’ money right now, ain’t no time to beef
forty+eight hours, i ain’t had no sleep (yeah)

[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
ho, you a fool
thinkin’ i’d kick my cup for a b+tch, put her over my juice
glock 19, i ain’t playin’ with n+ggas
i’ll up that b+tch, put bro on the news
sh+t changed me, all this godd+mn ice
i gotta f+ck first night, can’t go for the fool
basically, i ain’t with the waitin’ patiently
only here for a day, let’s go to the room

[chorus: babyface ray]
one blue hundred, she’ll dance for me
she know i got a check, keep harassin’ me
it’s a mess on my neck, keep starin’ at me
“face, what it hit for?” they keep askin’ me
just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbin’ me
man, the money counter still ain’t fast as me
gettin’ money right now, ain’t no time to beef
forty+eight hours, i ain’t had no sleep
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
yeah, you ain’t gettin’ money, you dead to me
got a bad lil’ b+tch, pop xans with me
glock 19, quit playin’ with me
throw the head for free, i ain’t payin’ a freak
bustdown patek
rich+ass crip, i’ll change your life, got bands for weeks
f+ck is you sayin’? b+tch don’t jam
big chop so big like a van, a jeep

[verse 3: icewear vezzo]
ain’t no lovin’ a sl+t
shorty in love with the d+ck
double up, i’m in love with my cup
i’m in love with them bands
lil’ b+tch, stick to the script
cop ice, spend a hundred or plus
i’m in love with that fin
deep dish, stuffin’ the bands
new ‘vette, yeah, the trunk in the front
[chorus: babyface ray]
one blue hundred, she’ll dance for me
she know i got a check, keep harassin’ me
it’s a mess on my neck, keep starin’ at me
“face, what it hit for?” they keep askin’ me
just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbin’ me
man, the money counter still ain’t fast as me
gettin’ money right now, ain’t no time to beef (atl jacob, atl jacob)

[chorus: icewear vezzo]
yeah, i can’t waste no mud (never), or waste no time
freaky b+tch, you ain’t no dime
head ain’t good, that’s a waste of mine
spent three thousand on my soda
we sip pints, this ain’t no line
i like all my jewelry bright
dior shades, i can’t go blind
yeah, rollie on my wrist (bustdown), i mean this a mueller
vvss, this b+tch stupid
them sis, should k!ll your jeweler
ice her wrist out if she bad
seen his water, now she choosin’
spent ten thousand up in louis
gave five thousand to my shooter

[verse 4: babyface ray]
ayy, i gotta beg her to leave me
believe me, i’m havin’ a check if she need it (believe me)
closet, it change with the season (yeah)
got somethin’ ridin’ with the reaper, yeah (yeah)
trust me, it get deeper
money, it’s turnin’ her on, she leakin’ (yeah)
my new piece like broke glass
n+gga play fraud, get no pass (b+tch)
fn, shoot it with both hands
toss it in the s, it go fast
how you in your bag with no bag? (huh?)
we don’t do it for fame, want more cash
shooters behind the tint
catch him at the light, f+ck around, make bro crash (no cap)
shorty was on my d+ck
so i f+cked her in the suite, then left, now the ho mad (go)
bankroll, sip a lot of drank
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout nothin’, n+gga (bankroll, sip a lot of drank)
these n+ggas playin’ snake games, so i gotta keep the cutter with me (these n+ggas playin’ with snakes)
paranoid
brick of ‘caine, brick of boy (yeah)
scoop a package up in illinois (yeah)
some sh+t, you just can’t avoid (uh)
41, paid forty for it
[chorus: icewear vezzo]
yeah, i can’t waste no mud (never), or waste no time
freaky b+tch, you ain’t no dime
head ain’t good, that’s a waste of mine
spent three thousand on my soda
we sip pints, this ain’t no line
i like all my jewelry bright
dior shades, i can’t go blind
yeah, rollie on my wrist (bustdown), i mean this a mueller
vvss, this b+tch stupid
them sis, should k!ll your jeweler
ice her wrist out if she bad
seen his water, now she choosin’
spent ten thousand up in louis
gave five thousand to my shooter

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