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six ward von – right now lyrics

[intro: six ward von]
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)
(getta beats)
got all these motherf+ckin’ chains on right now
it’s about thirty of ’em in this b+tch (d+mn, jakesand)
and i got gang in this b+tch right now
right now

[verse 1: six ward von]
b+tch took that unemployment money to miami, got her ass lift
(b+tch, what you do with all that money you just had?)
she said, “don’t you ever get me mixed up with your last b+tch
(say, “don’t you ever get me mixed up with none of them hoes”)
sh+t, she just turned twenty+one, she a savage
(b+tch a lil’ savage, b+tch got her cpl and everything)
if them b+tches get behind me at thе light, i’ma stab it
amiris almost too d+mn tight, they won’t fasten
fn go right through the dеtector ’cause it’s plastic
all the love i get, b+tches know it ain’t for rappin’
why your plug snitchin’ and you still goin’ to grab sh+t?
all them hoes ugly, he ain’t never had a bad b+tch
i ain’t finna ride in the whip if ain’t a stash in it
and brodie go on high+speeds, he might crash in it
i can’t be ’round no n+gga with a bad image
my dog died, doctor said he full of percocets
ten milli’, four+five, xd, which one work the best?
b+tch wanna f+ck ’cause i rap, i don’t know her yet
woke up with d+ck all in her face and the morning breath
i wake up and get some money, you wake up lookin’ for n+ggas
i ain’t friendly with new faces, i ain’t finna take a picture
crazy we took after our mamas, all my n+ggas got switches
and if an opp ain’t dead, then i bet he got injured
[verse 2: rmc mike]
if an opp come up dead, they already know we did it
catch a case by myself, i don’t need no codefendant
ridin’ through the six with a n+gga b+tch, windows tinted
she just wanna eat the d+ck up ’cause she know we winnin’
b+tch, we make it obvious
doin’ a show, i just made it rain in the audience
hundred racks for my backend, b+tch, it’s all legit
you been rappin’ for ten years and still ain’t on, you need to call it quits
washed+up n+ggas, don’t quit your day job
i can get a whole street gone if i say slide
bank tellers know my name when i walk in banks now
first gun i ever owned was a f+ckin’ tre pound
it was blue steel, got so many kicks, i need a shoe deal
f+ck a b+tch for three days straight off this blue pill
ride down the block, stop and shoot like i’m lou will’
told my b+tch i f+cked her best friend, kept it too real
hey, von, we gotta turn this b+tch out, we the last ones left
screamin’, “free reese,” every time i ride past the six
five chains on, that’s equivalent to a half a brick
we in a tesla, this b+tch park itself when i’m backin’ in
six ward babies, put the city on our back
revolver hold eight, but i got fifty in the mac
i’m finna f+ck for sure, she put her kitty on my lap
hit him in the head with the strap and left a titty in the back
paid seven racks for a pound of zaz’
i can count out ten thousand before you count to five
shot the crib up, hit everything, but the house survived
hit him in his stomach with a k, it popped out his eye

- six ward von lyrics

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