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manny laurenko, t$an & j dlux – 6 deep lyrics

[intro]
(hi manny)

[chorus: t$an]
yeah, racks fresh out the bag, still crispy
no new n+ggas ’round me, sh+t too risky
big ass ‘burban ridin’ all around the city
watch you pay the rent, what i left for a tip
come and take a sip, higher than a blimp
rockin’ all this fur, n+ggas thought i was a chimp
diamonds on me, blacker than shawn kemp
bro got the stick tucked, why he walk with a limp

[post+chorus: t$an]
just pulled up, came through six deep
countin’ up racks, got a bad b+tch to assist me
not a scat pack, this a h+llcat, can’t catch me
dashboard said that i’m doin’ 160
there’s six bad b+tches on me, one kissed me
yeah, cheese on me, mickey mouse, walt disney
n+gga want smoke, f+ck it, get the whole chimney

[verse 1: t$an]
[?] don’t got no ending (go)
keep makin’ money everyday, keep spending (go)
asked, “can he get a verse?” well, that’s still pending (go)
i don’t even [?] ’cause i ain’t landing (yeah)
i’ma need a twenty+piece, no i ain’t [?] (yeah)
baby girl a freak, yeah, her back keep bending (yeah)
yeah, all these n+ggas cap, they love pretending (go)
pour it up, mix it up like i’m bartending
n+gga speakin’ on me, must be trending
get clean everyday, no need for a fl!ck
i don’t f+ck with none of y’all n+ggas, [?] sh+t
can’t f+ck with none of y’all n+ggas, y’all fake
got a few bands up, [?]
n+gga, you a b+tch, if i breathe, you would flinch
shawty, bring the racks home, yeah, girl, make me rich
yeah, amber alert, just flooded my wrist (j+j+j+just flooded my wrist)
[chorus: t$an]
yeah, racks fresh out the bag, still crispy
no new n+ggas ’round me, sh+t too risky
big ass ‘burban ridin’ all around the city
watch you pay the rent, what i left for a tip
come and take a sip, higher than a blimp
rockin’ all this fur, n+ggas thought i was a chimp
diamonds on me, blacker than shawn kemp
bro got the stick tucked, why he walk with a limp

[verse 2: j dlux]
ha, already leased, back, used to like muscle cars
see, i got a sport, then a n+gga my switch
ever seen a handgun turn to a fully+automatic? i could show you what it’s like with a switch
got shades, i don’t see a n+gga ’til a light switch
b+tterflies in her stomach but she make mine sick
if it ain’t about the racks then that sh+t nonsense
hope he got a trigger finger ’cause he make mine inch
b+tches lookin’ for reactions but they won’t find sh+t
i like money, s+x, drugs, all that type sh+t
i like chains, gold slugs, all that type sh+t
why these n+ggas post guns but they won’t slide sh+t? (nah)
say my grace before i eat on this five+star b+tch
know that sh+t kicked in when your eyes start twitchin’
my car hot, these speed bumps geeked up engine (phew)
f+cked that b+tch one time, told her, “keep up with me,” (phew)
[chorus: t$an]
yeah, racks fresh out the bag, still crispy
no new n+ggas ’round me, sh+t too risky
big ass ‘burban ridin’ all around the city
watch you pay the rent, what i left for a tip
come and take a sip, higher than a blimp
rockin’ all this fur, n+ggas thought i was a chimp
diamonds on me, blacker than shawn kemp
bro got the stick tucked, why he walk with a limp

[outro: t$an]
(go, go, yeah)

- manny laurenko tan j dlux lyrics

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