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sirroco - 6'7 lyrics

[verse 1: sirroco]

excuse my cologna, sippin’ on corona
my girl just called me and now she says shes alona
so i puts my phone up, and hopped up in the porsche
then i get there, beat it up and satisfied is how i leave her
yeah, thats how i cook the beef, you can call it beef stew
love spanish chicks man, mmhmm y tu?
didn’t find her in a school, do you think that im a fool?
keep my b-lls in the pink pocket, call it shootin’ pool
moved my cheese, all the sudden gotta sneeze
im not gonna be the same, no polo horse on the tee
so you guys go run and flea, cuz there ain’t no referee
i’ll rush you guys the whole game, commentator speak
sirroco on the field, makin’ history ain’t no mystery
he’s been stirred up, blowin’ up, no chemistry
started off with nothin’, now became somethin’
im married to the money and you n-ggas just be cuffin
nah i ain’t bluffin, im juss bein raw
and if im a problem, its the rap game’s fault
ok im six foot seven foot eight foot tall
im a dog on the beat and the beats gettin mauled
maybach top locked but not my hot glock
got the nine in my drawers so she know she gettin’ c-cked
always doin’ it big, so no time for small talk
big money on the schedule, no time for small clocks
ralph lauren i rock, from the fitted to the socks
you claim you go hard while i charge like a ox
from start to finish, the first and the last
rapper that stands tall on the podium of gl-ss
ya homeboys’ my hit men, so gon’ take a sit man
on a daily basis i keep the cookie happy, im the cl-tman
sharks in the water, but im showin’ no fear
when i make it to the surface, them people’s mouth in my ear
stay travis barker strapped, so i’m finna shoot the glock
when im done wit ya, not gonna have a head to guide ya walk
yeah, i spit flame without flaw
if you got beef, then ya boys you can call
ben gordon flow, yal juss love to talks
man u guys spit sweetness, them granola bars
h-ll yeah n-gga, sirroco is the nastiest
comedy central money, pockets on iglesias
yal aimin’ fo the mountains but im aimin’ for the stars
good thing i did dat, cuz i’m now above yall (ugh)

- sirroco lyrics

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