6ix9ine – Dummy Boy + Lyrics

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Stoopid Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Gordon & Lil Juice]

Y’all already know it be the boy Yung Gordon

And you rockin’ with Take Money Promotions

Ayy, Take Money Promotions

Give ’em that new shit, no fool shit

Oh yeah, let’s go

DJ NekoLito (Rough Rider)

TMP954WELIVE

Take Money Promotions

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]

Bitch, I’m silly

Up them choppers, shoot your shit up, let’s get busy

Drinkin’ Henny, goin’ brazy, poppin’ pillies

Sex Money Murda, shout-out all my blazing Billies (All my Billies)

We in yo’ city (We in yo’—)

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]

Shoutout my apes in the fuckin’ zoo (Filayo)

Filayo, they gon’ shoot

Spin a hoop, who the fuck is you?

Who the fuck you know, nigga? No, nigga

Niggas killed your cousin, you want smoke, nigga? (Stupid)

Glo nigga, rollin’ up your cousin in a blunt, nigga

Bozo, bitch, are you dumb-d-dumb-dumb-dumb-d-dumb-dumb-dumb? (Stupid)

Bitch, I’m Nick Cannon with this drum-dr-drum-drum-drum
(Brra-pum-pum)

Pull up with semis, no Lil Pump-pr-ump-Pump-pumps
(No esskeetit)

We goin’ dumb-d-dumb-dumb-dumb-d-dumb-dumb-dumb
Bitch I’m stupid (Bitch I’m dumb)

I be tweakin’, I be wildin’, I be booted (Bitch, I be drunk)

I be stealin’, I be robbin’, I be lootin’ (You don’t wanna die)

Your boyfriend dumb, he get no money, bitch, he stupid (Is he dumb?)

Oh, bitch, he, oh, bitch, he stupid

Damn, homie, in high school you was the man, homie (2012)

What the fuck happened to you? (Stupid)

I’m just sayin’, homie

Now you smokin’ Black & Milds, smokin’ reg, homie

[Interlude: Bobby Shmurda]

Ah-ah-ahh, what’s up? Shmurda on the motherfuckin’ set
Nigga 6ix9ine what’s poppin’ cuz?

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]

Tell him shut up, suck a dick

Tell him fuck him, I’m the shit

Bitch, I’m drunk recording this

I’m getting money, I’m the shit

Shout-out my Bloods, shout-out my Crips
That nigga, Ebro, he a bitch

Just another old nigga on a young nigga dick

Bitch I’m lit on the ‘Gram, a million likes, you see my shit

A bitch DM for the dick, but I probably wouldn’t hit

VVS, Cuban hit, shout-out Jimmy for the drip

Your baby daddy mixtape wasn’t shit, he a bitch

Free Bobby, free Rowdy, free Cueno, free the 9

Shout-out Jay Dee, shout-out Kooda, Dee Savv, those my guys

FOA they gon’ ride, GS9 they gon’ slide

When I woo, woo back, ah-ah, those my guys

[Break: Bobby Shmurda]

She give me neck until I burst out

She use her teeth, she get cursed out

And all these suckers with they fucking feelings

Always got these bitches with they purse out

We on the blast nigga bow down

I count bricks put the word out

You know you like a nigga Shmoney Dance

You gon’ love a nigga when I swerve out

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]

Bitch, I’m silly

Up them choppers, shoot your shit up, let’s get busy

Drinkin’ Henny, goin’ brazy, poppin’ pillies

Sex Money Murda, shout-out all my blazing Billies (All my Billies)

We in yo’ city

[Outro: Bobby Shmurda]

Hold up, hold up, hold up, gang
Run that shit back




FeFe Lyrics

[Intro: 6ix9ine, Nicki Minaj & Baka]

It’s fuckin’ TR3YWAY!

King of New York, lookin’ for the Queen

Uh, you got the right one, hmm

L-let these-l-let these b-b-bitches know, nigga


Queens, Brooklyn, brrr
, ah!

Murda on the beat so it’s not nice!

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]

Pussy got that wet, wet, got that drip, drip

Got that super soaker, hit that

She a Fefe, her name Keke

She eat my dick like it’s free, free

I don’t even know like “Why I did that?”

I don’t even know like “Why I hit that?”

All I know is that I just can’t wife that

Talk to her nice so she won’t fight back

Turn around and hit it from the back, back, back

Bend her down then I make it clap, clap, clap

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]

I don’t really want no friends

I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]

Draco got that kick-back when I blow that, they all do track

They don’t shoot back, one shot, close range, red dot

Head tight, yeah, I did that, yeah, I live that

Call a Uber with my shooter, with a Ruger, we gon’ do ya

Niggas say they killin’ people, but I really fuckin’ do it

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]

I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]

He-he tryna 69 like Tekashi, call him papi

Word to A$AP, keep me Rocky, I’m from New York, so I’m cocky

Say he fuckin’ with my posse, copped me Khloé like Kardashi’

Keep this pussy in Versace, said I’m pretty like Tinashe

Put-put it all up in his face, did I catch a case?

Pussy game just caught a body, but I never leave a trace

Face is pretty, ass for days, I get chips, I ask for Lay’s

I just sit back and when he done, I be like, “Yo, how’d it taste?”
(Yo, how’d it taste?)

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]

I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]

Ayo, Draco got that kick-back

When it kick-back, you can’t get yo shit back

In fact this that bitch that

“I hate small talk, I don’t fuck with chit-chat”

AC just stopped workin’

So they hit me, told me bring my wrist back

Come through rockin’ fashions

That got all these bitches like “Yo, what’s that?”

(Like “Yo, what’s that?”)

[Chorus: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]

I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Bridge: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe

I catch a ho right by her toe

If she ain’t fuckin’ me and Nicki

Kick that ho right through the door (TR3YWAY)

I don’t really want no friends, my old ho just bought this Benz

Nicki just hopped in this shit, now I won’t see that bitch again

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (no)

I catch a ho right by her toe (no)

If she ain’t fuckin’ me and Nicki

Kick that ho right through the door (no, TR3YWAY)

[Outro: Nicki Minaj & 6ix9ine]

Mmm, Young Money, Young Money bunny

Colorful hair, don’t care

I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no
Scum Gang!




TIC TOC Lyrics

[Intro]

Yung Lan on the track

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]

Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch

I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock

You get hit, I do not miss shots

I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”

Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop

I do not kiss, you making shit hot

You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid

Thought you was in love

You ain’t my bitch, nah

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]

She on my drip drop

She ain’t never went both ways, but I made them lip lock

Left her at the condo for days, she was at the tip top

Might as well throw away the key, I got the streets locked

I been drinkin’ all this lean, I know I need to stop

Hoppin’ out of stolen cars, and we shoot chops at opps

Two flooded out Rolexes, they don’t tick or tock

Lemme catch your lil’ shorty, she gettin’ picked apart

Everything up to par

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]

I got them big rocks in my ear, nuggets

I got my whole team flooded

Saks Off Fifth, I’m with your bitch

She buying everything I wanted

She fly me out to Waikiki

LV all on her bikini

Take her money, go Houdini

I call her when I want eat-eat

On my feet, you see them CC’s

Neck and ears, you see them VV’s

On my jeans, you see them GG’s

Treat that bitch like she a fefe

Big body Benz, that’s beep-beep

Hit it in the back of the Jeep-Jeep

That bitch know she a freak-freak

And the pussy staying on leak-leak

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]

Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch

I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock

You get hit, I do not miss shots

I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”

Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop

I do not kiss, you making shit hot

You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid

Thought you was in love

You ain’t my bitch, nah




KIKA Lyrics

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]

Bitch, we in the city on that hot shit

Lookin’ for a bitty on that thot shit

Y’all ain’t gettin’ money, nigga, stop this

I been ’round the globe talkin’ hot shit

I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it

Bitch, we in the city on that hot shit

Lookin’ for a bitty on that thot shit

Y’all ain’t gettin’ money, nigga, stop this

I been ’round the globe talkin’ hot shit

I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]

I do my own shit, I don’t need 50 niggas to roll with

Folk shit, I’m on my doley, I’m on my boss shit

I do my own shit, fuck all them niggas I used to roll with

I know you used to see me with niggas, but that’s that old shit

Real nigga, quick to pull a fucking trigger

Fed nigga’s definition of a real nigga

Fuck nigga, quick to fuckin’ hate, nigga

Bitch nigga, definition of a bitch nigga

Now wildin’, ready for all the violence

I don’t need a nigga jacking that he riding

I got this four fifth, this shit all up on my hip

I blow that shit, now you where Bobby Shmurda’s hat went!

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]

Bitch, we in the city on that hot shit

Lookin’ for a bitty on that thot shit

Y’all ain’t gettin’ money, nigga, stop this

I been ’round the globe talkin’ hot shit

I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]

Kick her out, I’m gettin’ money now, actin’ funny now

Thought she love me, but she only tryna fuck me for the clout

Saw the Patek all bust down, charter run down

Bitch hit me on a touchdown, but I curved it

They be beggin’ me to keep the bitch, but I don’t need the bitch

Ray Charles, John Cena shit, I can’t see the bitch

In the DM sendin’ naked pics, Uber that bitch

But I send her in the pool even though I’m rich as shit

[Outro: Tory Lanez]

It’s fuckin’ Tr—

Oh wait, I forgot you can’t say that shit

You can go start with everything else that start with a T, though

It’s fuckin’ Trojan

It’s fuckin’ Target

It’s fuckin’—

Hahahaha




MAMA Lyrics

[Intro: 6ix9ine & Baka]

Uh

Murda on the beat so it’s not nice!

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]

Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)

Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it)

Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won’t ever stop it

Little thottie, got her rowdy, choosin’ everybody

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]

Splish, splash, Apple Bottoms make that ass fat

She got that wet wet, got me blowin’ through this whole bag (Rack)

She got B’s, spend some cheese, now they double D’s

Thought I had to free, kick her out, my mama comin’ home at three

Ho thicker-thicker-thicker than a fuckin’ Snicker

Drug dealer, professional pot-whipper

In the winter, buy your ho a chinchilla (Grrr)

I just bought my bitch them Kylie Jenner lip fillers

[Bridge: Kanye West]

Man, oh my God
She Instagram famous but she can’t keep a job (Ooh)

Man, oh my God
Swipe her 30-inch weave on her sugar daddy card (Ooh)

Man, oh my God
Her doctor got her bustin’ out her motherfuckin’ bra (Mmm)

Man, oh my God
She Uber to a nigga with no car

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

Talkin’ ’bout the relish, I do not embellish

Jacket got wings, True’s got propellers

Gave all my old Margielas to my boy Marcellus

Pulled up with no laces, had the whole block jealous

Oh, Jesus Christ, I don’t need advice

Wild nigga life, tell ’em read my rights

Man it hot tonight, lucky I wore my ice

15 in the game, baby girl, I got stripes (Huuh)

[Refrain: Nicki Minaj]

Ka-Ka-Kanye dressed me up like a doll

Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball

Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall

Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls)

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]

I was out in Spain rockin’ a Medusa head

I ain’t never have to give a rap producer head

If I do, though, I’ma write a book like Supahead

This ain’t wonder that I’m makin’, this that super bread

Splish, splash, fuck him in a hurry, quick, fast

Still a pink wig, thick ass, whiplash

Got him cummin’, cummin’, Roger, over, dispatch

Said my box is the best, he met his match

I got all these bitches wantin’ to be Barbie dolls

Barbie Dreamhouse, pink and purple marble walls

Pull-Pull up in that Barbie ‘Rari, finna bury y’all

She threw dirt on my name, ended up at her own burial

[Refrain: Nicki Minaj]

Kanye dressed me up like a doll

Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball

Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall

Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls

Ka-Ka-Kanye dressed me up like a doll

Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball

Bitch, this the dream team, Fif’ is on call

Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls)

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]

Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)

Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it)

Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won’t ever stop it

Little thottie, got her rowdy, choosing everybody




WAKA Lyrics

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]

Catch an asthma attack, the way we pull up on ya

Put the pump to his chest, make a nigga cough up

You a bum and you stressed, and that’s why you lost her

Met a nigga from the X, niggas need to boss up

She gon’ eat, you want beef, but this ain’t no burger

All my songs on repeat, that’s what’s up, your word up

I was young with the heat, walkin’ ’round with burners

Wishin’ I could wish for anything like Timmy Turner

[Bridge: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]

Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]

Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?

Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy

Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady

Heartbreakin’ on the daily, can you save me?

Why is bitches tryna play me? Are you crazy?

I can’t let her have my baby, you not my baby

I can’t let her have my baby, I’m actin’ shady

Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me?

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]

Y’all gotta move, give me some room, I’m ’bout to shoot

Boom! Everybody runnin’ out the room

Boom! Everybody beggin’ “Don’t shoot”

Boom! Nigga, who the fuck asked you?

You a bum, are you dumb? Try me, I got this gun

Run, nigga, if I’m here, don’t come

Bitch, you was expectin’ for me to hit

That’s a dub, I know you put a hole in that shit

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]

Sawed off in the damn drawer

Got the .30 in my drawers, gotta hold my pants up

Only time she ever call is for the banana

I don’t even check my call log, I don’t answer

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]

Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?

Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy

Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady

Heartbreakin’ on the daily, can you save me?

[Verse 4: 6ix9ine]

Why this bitch tryna play me? Is she crazy?

That bitch know I’m number one, like Tracy McGrady

Know I got this .380, it’s on safety

I know all these niggas hate me, won’t let it faze me

Fuck nigga

[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]

I’ma swerve in the Maybach, I’ma do some damage

Niggas sit the fuck down if you don’t understand us

I heard niggas talkin’ ’bout they gon’ run down on us

Pull up windows down in the fuckin’ Lamb’ truck

[Outro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah
Scott Storch




BEBE Lyrics

[Letra de “BEBE” ft. Anuel AA]

[Intro: 6ix9ine]

Haciendo el amor, a la misma vez tú te toca’ (Te toca’)

Bebé, no te pasa nada, vuélvete loca (Lo-loca-loca)

Y tu novio te trata mal, él no te controla (No, no, no, no)

He said…

[Pre-Coro: Anuel AA]

Mi diablita (-blita)

Ella se pone pornográfica en la intimidad (Baby)

Y su marido no la valora y la deja sola (La deja sola)

Y yo siempre la estoy esperando con mi pistola (-tola)

Y conmigo ella siempre se moja

[Coro: Anuel AA & 6ix9ine]

Bebecita (Uah)

Tu hombre te ama pero tú le ere’ infiel (Bebé)

Porque tú ere’ una diabla dentro de una mujer (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

Y cuando se esconde el sol tú quiere’ beber, hija ‘e Lucifer

Bebecita (Mi baby; uah, uah)

Tu hombre te ama pero tú le ere’ infiel (¿Por qué-é-é?)

Porque tú ere’ una diabla dentro de una mujer (Muje-e-r)

Y cuando se esconde el sol, tú quieres beber, hija ‘e Lucifer

[Verso 1: 6ix9ine & Anuel AA]

Baby, con ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Baby, yo soy tu criminal

Baby go ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Baby, tu novio lo va a olvidar

Baby, con ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Baby, conmigo te va’ a mudar

Baby, con ra-bang-bang-bang-bang

Baby, do’ un tiro’, lo voa’ matar (Pa’ afuera)

¿Pa’ qué?, ¿pa’ qué?, ¿pa’ qué?

¿Pa’ qué vas a serle fiel?

¿Pa’ qué?, ¿pa’ qué?, ¿pa’ qué?

Baby, olvídate de él

Tú ere’ mi diablita y yo soy tu demonio

Un amor de manicomio

Y si te veo con él, yo te odio

Siempre me tiene’ en insomnio

[Verso 2: Anuel AA]

Medusa, Versace (Versace)

Siempre hacemo’ la “sei’-nueve” como Tekashi (Yeh-eh)

Y yo te rompo to’ en secreto, Illuminati (-nati)

Y ella se baja conmigo en la disco en el Ferrari (-rrari)

Fumando mari’ (Uah)

Y tú te hiciste tu cuerpo, bebé, en R.D
Y chingamos y siempre nos venimos a la vez
Te hice el amor y en tu piel me enredé
Y mi bicho en tu totito te tatué
Oh-oh-oh (Uah)
Bebé, tú eres mía, ese hombre olvídalo-o-o
Y rebota esas nalgas bailándome reggaetó-ó-ón

[Coro: Anuel AA & 6ix9ine]

Bebecita (Uah)

Tu hombre te ama pero tú le ere’ infiel (Yeh-eh)

Porque tú eres una diabla dentro de una mujer (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

Y cuando se esconde el sol tú quiere’ beber; hija ‘e Lucifer (Oh-oh,

oh-oh; uah)

Bebecita (Mi baby)

Tu hombre te ama pero tú le ere’ infiel (¿Por qué?)

Porque tú eres una diabla dentro de una mujer (-er)

Y cuando se esconde el sol tú quiere’ beber; hija ‘e Lucifer (Beber; -er)

[Outro: 6ix9ine]

Mi diablita (Mi nena)

Ella se pone pornográfica, no es tímida (Mírame, mami)

Y su hombre no la valora, la deja sola (La deja sola, sola)

Y siempre la estoy esperando con mi pistola (Ra-pa-pa-pa)

Siempre se enamora, mi diablita




MALA Lyrics

[Letra de “MALA” ft. Anuel AA]

[Intro: Anuel AA & 6ix9ine]

Brr


(Haha! Anuel)

Anuel

Real Hasta La Muerte, baby
Uah

[Pre-Coro: 6ix9ine]

¿Qué tengo que hacer

Pa’ que tú sea’ mi mujer?

Baby, dime qué tengo que hacer

He said, “Mi nena”

[Coro: Anuel AA]

Tú ere’ una diabla

Y tú ere’ mala

Baby, no te vaya’

Mátame-eh

Tú ere’ una diabla

Y tú ere’ mala

Baby, no te vaya’

Devórame-eh

[Post-Coro: Anuel AA & 6ix9ine]

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Sé que me extraña’

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Tú en mi cama


Baby, tú ere’ mala


Tú en mi cama


Baby, no te vaya’

Devórame-eh, uah

[Puente: 6ix9ine & Anuel AA]

¿Qué tengo que hacer

Pa’ que tú sea’ mi mujer?

Baby, ¿dime qué tengo que hacer

Pa’ que tú sea’ mi mujer?

Uah (Uah)


¿Qué tengo que hacer (Bebé)


Pa’ que tú sea’ mi mujer? (Bebé)


Baby, ¿dime qué tengo que hacer (Que hacer)


Pa’ que tú sea’ mi mujer? (Mujer)

[Verso 1: 6ix9ine & Anuel AA]

Yo voy con lo’ diablo’ pa’ allá

Ven con tus amigas pa’ acá

Rebota esas nalga’ pa’ acá

Y nos vamo’ y nos comemo’ allá (Allá)

Yo voy con los diablo pa’ allá, pa’ allá (Bebé)


Baby, ven con tus amigas pa’ acá, pa’ acá (Bebé)


Rebota esas nalga’ pa’ atrá’, pa’ atrá’ (Pa’ allá)


Y nos vamo’ y nos comemo’ allá
 (Allá)

[Coro: 6ix9ine & Anuel AA]

Baby, tú ere’ mala

Tú en mi cama

Baby, no te vaya’

Devórame-eh, uah


Tú ere’ una diabla


Y tú ere’ mala


Baby, no te vaya’

Mátame-eh

[Post-Coro: Anuel AA]

Oh-oh-oh-oh (Baby)

Bebiendo baila

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Diabla en mi cama

[Verso 2: Anuel AA]

Dos mil, Louboutin los tacone’ (Tacone’)

Ella se emborracha y en cuatro se pone (Se pone)

Y siempre me pide que no la traicione (Jaja)

Y siempre lo hacemo’, pero sin condone’, eh-eh (Uah)

Y se me trepa encima (Encima)

Y ‘tá to’ moja’o el clima (El clima)

Y con la perla yo voy pa’ encima (Uah)

Y me dice: “Qué rico tú me lastimas”, uah

Sudando y bailándome (Eh-eh)

Caliente y tocándome (Eh-eh)

Y ella no para de beber (Beber)

Y adentro ‘e ti yo vo’ a enloquecer

[Coro: Anuel AA & 6ix9ine]

Tú ere’ una diabla

Y tú ere’ mala

Baby, no te vaya’

Mátame-eh

Baby, tú ere’ mala


Tú en mi cama


Baby, no te vaya’

Devórame-eh (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)




KANGA Lyrics

[Intro] M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]

She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh

She want me to be her boo

You so silly, don’t get it confused

Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh

Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here

Broke niggas, go stand over there

Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there

Little booties, they matter over here

Now stop

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]

Wait a minute, now I’m back at it

Back at it like a mothafuckin’ crack addict

Sex addict, I’m a mothafuckin’ sex addict

Hit shorty from the back, got her back crackin’

Back crackin’, b-back crackin’

I love ho bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem

Yeah, I like to fuck hoes, I got a fuckin’ problem

Bang, bang, bang and a chicken wing, bitch

Yeah, I know you love how I put it down, bitch

Drop down and pick your weave up, girl

Drop down and get your Eagle on, girl

Head downtown and pick the eaters up, girl

You know them chicken-heads eat it up, girl

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]

She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh

She want me to be her boo

You so silly, don’t get it confused

Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh

Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here

Broke niggas, go stand over there

Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there

Little booties, they matter over here

[Verse 2: Kanye West, 6ix9ine]

That pussy get wetter than yours

That head is better than yours

I flew her out so I could fuck on tour


Flew her back ’cause my girlfriend saw her

They tried to say I wasn’t black no more

About as black as Macklemore

They don’t like me ’cause I’m Mexican


Sent me back, now I’m back again

Uh, just bought a piece of Fashion Nova

Your girlfriend look like a ogre

Nigga, fat bitches need love too


My fault, Ye, I wasn’t sober

Who the fuck gon’ listen to Ebro? (Ebro)

All these niggas so emo

Fuck that nigga, I’m the mothafuckin’ shit


Another old nigga on a young nigga dick

N-N-Niggas tried to say that I was canceled (Canceled)

When I asked them questions, couldn’t answer

How Ye? How Ye? How, Sway? Nigga it’s fucking-

[Interlude: TrifeDrew]

Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, woah, woah, woah

You cannot say that, bro, c’mon

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]

She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh

She want me to be her boo

You so silly, don’t get it confused

Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh

Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here

Broke niggas, go stand over there

Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there

Little booties, they matter over here

Now stop




FEEFA Lyrics

[Chorus: Gunna]

Trapped on one stop, served my own block, bought my own watch (Own watch)

Loaded Glock, lettin’ that thing pop (Pop), they can’t freeze us (Freeze us)

Skybox, we been at the top, they can’t see us (See us)

Big knots, fuck the dirty cops (Hey Michael)

They can’t seize nothin’

Big shot, fuck that little thot, I don’t need y’all

I stay high, fucked her and forgot, like amnesia

Real fly, yellow Prada socks, Bumblebee, huh

Went and got, Dior suit and tie, Christian clean, huh

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]

The streets so cold, gotta ride wit’ a pole

Gotta stay ready for the smoke, ’cause niggas tryna take my soul
I can’t go

Thought niggas was my bros, but they changed though

Niggas don’t know shit ’bout that

How the fuck a nigga switch like that?

Gotta ride with a stick ’bout that

Pull a grip from the hip like that

Keep it around me, I can’t never lack

Niggas around me, they stay with the strap

Move from around me, or you could get whacked

I see an opp and I’m leavin’ him flat, oh-oh

[Verse 2: Gunna]

Percocet, bitches on me, I’m a walkin’ brand

Stackin’ these bands, show like 80 a grand, hoes in the sprinter van

Pullin’ up sprayin’, bullet holes in the trash cans, I’ma erase your man

Gunna again, I’ll never follow your trend, nigga, you do what you can

[Chorus: Gunna]

Trapped on one stop, served my own block, bought my own watch (Own watch)

Loaded Glock, lettin’ that thing pop (Pop), they can’t freeze us (Freeze us)

Skybox, we been at the top, they can’t see us (See us)

Big knots, fuck the dirty cops, they can’t seize nothin’

Big shot, fuck that little thot, I don’t need y’all

I stay high, fucked her and forgot, like amnesia

Real fly, yellow Prada socks, Bumblebee, huh

Went and got, Dior suit and tie, Christian clean, huh

[Verse 3: 6ix9ine]

I can’t sleep, just took ’em off 15

Had to break it down to three

Get on one knee

I prayed to the lord that he’d watch my family

Thinking this bitch gon’ wait on me

Thinking my fans remember me

Thinking my friends remember me

Nigga, don’t switch up on me

Can’t tell me shit, ‘specially not no bitch

Ten for ten with this shit

I’ma still drop these hits, I’ma still pop my shit

Got a Draco with the kick

Glock .30, hollow tips

Ride around with that shit all on my hip

See an opp, let it hit

Lately, I been on some “suck my dick” shit

[Outro: 6ix9ine]

Bitch, I’m stressin’, oh, bitch, I’m stressin’

Mama sayin’, “Don’t cry, count your blessings”

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep

(Hey, Michael)
I can’t, uh




TATI Lyrics

[Intro]

Hold up, let me get it started

B.B. with the Robin’s, lookin’ all retarded

B.B. saggin’, fly like a dragon

Bitches suck my dick, ’cause I’m fly like Aladdin
Scum Gang!

[Verse 1]

These bitches think I’m stupid, I ain’t stupid

Dummy boys fall in love with it, he stupid

All these hoes on my body, cut the bullshit

All these hoes, they ain’t loyal, y’all lookin’ stupid

I just left Starlets and I ain’t even cash out

Back out, straight to the trap house, I blow her back out

I’ll pull her tracks out, got her running like it’s track now

Like a Smackdown, rock bottom I’ma pin her down

Hold up, let me get it started

B.B. with the Robin’s, lookin’ all retarded

B.B. saggin’, fly like a dragon

Bitches suck my dick ’cause I’m fly like Aladdin

[Chorus]

Pour a semi, pull up to the cribby, uh

Licky-licky, licky on my blicky, uh

Take a flicky, make a movie with me, uh

Take a flicky, make ’em real drippy, uh

Why you watching me?

You all on my IG

Why you stalking me?

You don’t even follow me

Why you tweet my shit?

You ain’t used to read my shit

Bitch, you used to fuckin’ leave me on seen and shit

[Verse 2]

Went to the Eastside, spanked out Juju

Lucky I ain’t have it on me, I was gon’ shoot you

Spanked him on camera, threw it on YouTube

Stupid lil’ dumb nigga, now you on YouTube

If a nigga want beef, I’m the type to drag it

Shoot you while you with your bitch then it’s back to mackin’

Police pull up on me, I don’t know what happened

Police pull up on you, you gon’ get to yappin’

We gon’ get to clappin’, we been on static

Semi-automatics, they gon’ get to clappin’

We ain’t with the chattin’, you lil’ niggas cappin’

If we catch you lackin’, turn you into has-beens

Ran through Lust, 100 bands up

Shout out SpinKing, that’s my motherfuckin’ blood, nigga

Go, go, go mulignane
Go, go, mulignane

[Chorus]

Pour a semi, pull up to the cribby, uh

Licky-licky, licky on my blicky, uh

Take a flicky, make a movie with me, uh

Take a flicky, make ’em real drippy, uh

Why you watching me?

You all on my IG

Why you stalking me?

You don’t even follow me

Why you tweet my shit?

You ain’t used to read my shit

Bitch, you used to fuckin’ leave me on seen and shit




WONDO Lyrics

[Intro] Scott Storch

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]

Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)

Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)

Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey!)

When I hit that, do a trick

Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)

Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)

Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey)

When I hit that, do a trick

[Verse: 6ix9ine]

Know I keep a tool on me

I come in the room, I might have to move on ’em

Scope with a zoom, fuck around and boom, homie

I stay with a broom on me, better move, homie

‘Fore you in a tomb, on me

We gon’ bring the MACs out, we back out and spazz out

Yeah that’s a blackout, get dragged out and packed out

Yeah, my trap house, I call it the black house

We move the packs out, we gon’ blow the mags out

[Bridge: TrifeDrew]

All in, anybody that’ll do it (Hey!)

Everybody in the party getting stupid (Hey!)

All these thotties in the party, I ain’t choosing (Hey!)

I’m off the Henny and the chuck, I might lose it (Hey!)

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]

Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)

Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)

Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey!)

When I hit that, do a trick

Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)

Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)

Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey)

When I hit that, do a trick

[Outro: TrifeDrew]

DVDs, porno tapes
DVDs, porno tapes
DVDs, porno tapes

Do you beat your meat to a porno tape? Ayy

DVDs, DVDs, ayy, uh

DVDs, DVDs, ayy, uh, ay, wait, uh

DVDs, ayy

DVDs, DVDs, ayy




DUMMY Lyrics

[Intro] Daytrip took it to 10

[Chorus: TrifeDrew]

I spent some days in the trap and got my money up (Yeah)

Bust it down, the Rollie, now she tryna fuck (Yeah, ah)

And now she feedin’ all up on me just like I’m a drug (Yeah)

I remember back when y’all wouldn’t show me love (Yeah, ah)

Jaguar truck on the freeway (Woah)

You can catch me ballin’ on the replay (Woah, oh)

Saint Laurent jacket, it’s 3K (Woah)

I been with the same gang since Pre-K’ (Woah, oh)

[Verse 1: TrifeDrew]

Get the money, stack it with my niggas

I remember trappin’ with my niggas

Now we overseas in a villa

Goin’ back, we won’t consider

I remember days we was starvin’

Still finessin’, we was juggin’, we was robbin’

I was comin’ off the bench, I wasn’t starting

Now I’m out here ballin’ like I’m Harden

And I make sure my day ones straight, stay with my gang

You ain’t fuckin’ with me, you can stay out my way

Stay in your lane, fuck your campaign, yeah

Last year, I was sleepin’ in a basement

Now the foreign lookin’ like a spaceship

Bust down the gang with the bag, yeah

All the money on me, holographic

[Chorus: TrifeDrew]

I spent some days in the trap and got my money up (Yeah)

Bust it down, the Rollie, now she tryna fuck (Yeah, ah)

And now she feedin’ all up on me just like I’m a drug (Yeah)

I remember back when y’all wouldn’t show me love (Yeah, ah)

Jaguar truck on the freeway (Woah)

You can catch me ballin’ on the replay (Woah, oh)

Saint Laurent jacket, it’s 3K (Woah)

I been with the same gang since Pre-K’ (Woah, oh)

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]

We was down and we was out, and bitches looked at us stupid

It was hating ass niggas, so I kept me a Ruger

Sending shots to his body, make him sing like Ozuna

They was running out they mouth, but they respected the shooter

We was down and we was out, and bitches looked at us stupid

It was hating ass niggas, so I kept me a Ruger

Sending shots to his body, make him sing like Ozuna

They was running out they mouth, but they respected the shooter, yeah

Blocked blocks, sent shots

Threw that shit in reverse, then we bending through your block

Blocked blocks, sent shots

Threw that shit in reverse, then we bending through your block

Watch his body Milly Rock, yeah

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