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the grey jones club - 6 god (drake remix) lyrics

[verse 1]

f-ck talkin bout the work, boy (stop talkin)
i’m tryna hear it in my purse, boy (ching!)
all here comin over motherf-cka, they dont understand the concept of puttin money first, boy (first)
i’m a f-ckin exhibitionist
i’m sendin these n-gg-s nudies
he can never hit this p-ssy in his life buuuuut
he maybe could eat the booty

[verse 2]

i tell him i’ma think about it (i’ll think about it)
i’m tellin that n-gg- rudie
i think i should see a shrink bout this sh-t caaauuuuse
my att-tude is a doozie (issa doozie)
my att-tude on some diva sh-t, my att-tude is unruly (it’s unruly)
and if he feel a way about this sh-t maaaaan
i tell the f-ck n-gg- sue me (b-tch sue me)
i make f-ckin thirty grand a year (whoa)
it’s time to go to court i get a [?] (i will)
cause i dont give a f-ck, that’s the only way i made it (whoa)
yeah some n-gg-s f-ck me and okay some b-tches hate it (f-ck em!)
but it’s all good cause we never could relate though (agh)
i’ll never be a little school girl with the halo (never)
and if she don’t like it, i tell the b-tch dyk- it (ew)
eggplant to the -ss crack (ew) could make him bike it

[verse 3]

bi-bike it up like placate
i am the sh-t like some toss buy yo primate
i am the sh-t like was some farm race swimate
this b-tch dont even get the grissle off my plate
i was in the a, twice a week i spun dizzy
loss for all my plate, i was tryna f-ck with jesus (gizzle)
bae toss me a gram of som’, that sh-t done use to tease me
cause i’m gon’ be a millionaire, you ain’t got to believe it (you ain’t got to believe it)

[verse 4]

it’s hot up in the four right now biiiiitch
it’s hot up in the four hoe
all these [?] turnt up in my city
but me and my b-tches layin low, doe we pro doe (pro!)
all these n-gg-s wanna flick wit me
-ss pokin’ out in the photo (in the photo ahhh)
o-old n-gg-s couldn’t stick with me
they was doubtin’ but now they know though
so just keep on tryin me on dummy moves, i say it now
i’m a boss b-tch so i don’t follow rules, i lay ‘em down
i won’t even suck another d-ck til i make eighty thous
so if you know a n-gg- want this p-ssy tell him pay me now
tell that n-gg- pay me now
cash only, i don’t take debit (no)
thought the disrespect would bring me down, but i won’t let it
all these b-tches wanna steal my style but they don’t get it
how the f-ck you gonna steal my style if you don’t get it?

[verse 5]
ow b-tch
comin from the mothaf-cking fourth wad
i’m not new to this
you don’t wanna rumble with my squad
i’m not new to this
i’m not new to this
i’m not new to this
i’m not new to this
i’m not new
comin from the mothaf-cking fourth wad
i’m not new to this
you don’t wanna rumble with my squad
i’m not new to this
i’m not new to this
i’m not new (to this)
this is for my b-tches that done seen on some sh-t (i’m not new to this)
god of the four i’m the queen of the bricks! (i’m not new to this)

[outro]

whoa, whoa
now any n-gg- that ever mothaf-ckin f-ck me
i want you to know you betta have a photographic memory my n-gg- cause you will never be in my presence again
until you start gettin some real money
and when i say real money, i’m not talkin bout no five hundred lick f-ck n-gg-
i’m talkin real money b-tch

- the grey jones club lyrics

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