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t.r.o. boy d.k. - 6 mile (freestyle) lyrics

i don’t even need a hook, feel like murphy lee
moochin’ n-gg-s tryna ride my wave like some murray grease
truthfully, i ain’t wanna slang, ray encouraged me
i know the sh-t ain’t for everybody, but it work for me
i ask a b-tch “what’s my name?” she say “daddy”
i ain’t got no motherf-ckin’ kids call me “kelly”
she say she ain’t no b-tch, her name candice, call her “candy”
i put it down, put her -ss to sleep like some ambien

i do the fool every time i’ma go in
b-tch, it’s d.k. on the track like a sew in
ask my muslim n-gg- for advice he said “go ham”
no internet beefin’, i’m poppin’ up, this ain’t no spam

pull up, hop out, like i got road rage
detach your face like motherf-ckin’ phone case
every track, i’ma k!ll it, another cold case
i got racks, not the ones that let the clothes hang

i d-mn near shed a tear when them bos came
and i even finish college but the pros came
and i ain’t worried bout these n-gg-s cause they so lame
you john does a bunch of n-gg-s with no names
the realest one d.k., self proclaimed
and you was never really gang, you just false claimed
got taught thangs, and life was my favorite teacher
these n-gg-s ain’t really real, faker than jerry springer
f-ck ‘em, my kindest gesture is my middle finger
like f-ck the world, wanna have a minaj with onika
my old geezer, she freaky like monifah
on me like monique, i’m feelin’ like oglesby

mge, savage life tell them b-tches up
you couldn’t walk in my shoes, tie them b-tches up
all this money i can’t even pull my britches up
every time they ask where i’m from, i throw my 6’s up
6 mile!

- t r o boy d k lyrics

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