Six Speed - Pouya/Juicy J.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Kevin Pouya/Jordan Houston/Michele Scatamacchia
[00:00.03] 作曲 : Kevin Pouya/Jordan Houston/Michele Scatamacchia
[00:00.06]MTM, hit 'em with the heat
[00:04.42]Ayy, I’m back in a cycle
[00:05.79]Feel like a psycho
[00:06.49]Feel like I’m Michael, yuh
[00:07.76]Don’t look at my bread, don’t look at my whip
[00:09.15]Take a look at my FICO, yuh
[00:10.43]I’m pacing and thinking of robbing a bank
[00:11.97]With the homies I hang with
[00:12.87]These hoes wanna make it, the bank or the banquet
[00:14.40]Come hang with the gang get shady
[00:15.97]Drunk drive in a Mercedes
[00:16.96].45 on the hip daily
[00:17.86]Screaming out '**** you pay me'
[00:18.92]I ain’t patient, I got OCD
[00:20.48]Feel like I’m not controlling me
[00:21.66]Still them hoes gon’ fall for me
[00:23.14]***** that they offer me is often not too luxury
[00:25.92]But let me see what that lick read
[00:28.02]Triple digits in the six speed
[00:29.41]Think I fell in love when that bitch hit me
[00:31.76]I might **** around and bust her down and buy a Bentley
[00:34.50]For that bitch while you was ****ing with them lames
[00:36.70]I made my baby momma rich
[00:38.02]Baby play with my dick not my emotions
[00:40.13]Shed so many tears that I could fill an ocean
[00:43.20]We was coasting, now we roller coasting
[00:45.92]Look inside my eyes and feel the pain that you put on me
[00:48.76]I just pray to Peep that you don’t leave me lonely
[00:51.54]Thousand bitches but they can’t do nothing for me
[00:54.31]You my one and only
[00:55.49]I know you need some company so come on over
[00:58.22]Do you love me, do you love exposure?
[01:01.17]Ayy, man, Pouya man, I got you man
[01:03.81]Tell these hoes 'shut the **** up'
[01:05.07]Check this pimping, gotta watch these women,
[01:06.95]They catfish (They catfish)
[01:08.08]And it look like Meech in the club every time
[01:09.49]I come through tipping (Big Meech)
[01:10.97]Drop that bag, maybe 2 or 3,
[01:12.12]That's if she different (Drop a bag)
[01:13.63]Wanna come back, I got that sack,
[01:14.93]It look like Christmas (Back in)
[01:16.48]She down to ****
[01:17.11]You tryna cup my bitch luck (Ayy, you trippin')
[01:19.21]This ain't no robbery
[01:19.97]But my bitch is stuck up, ayy (My bitch bad)
[01:21.85]She bad as ****, well like what's in my cup
[01:24.02]She the quicker, pick her upper,
[01:25.29]I'm loving the way she suck, ayy, pick me up
[01:27.45]She call me Jay (Yeah hoe), I call her bae (Yeah hoe)
[01:30.09]We ain't the Carters
[01:30.90]But that rock all in your face (It's the rock)
[01:32.80]These bitches thirsty but these hoes
[01:34.04]Aain't got no taste (Ain't got no taste)
[01:35.58]It's cuffing season man,
[01:36.59]These hoes finna get replaced any day, ayy
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文本歌词

作词 : Kevin Pouya/Jordan Houston/Michele Scatamacchia
作曲 : Kevin Pouya/Jordan Houston/Michele Scatamacchia
MTM, hit 'em with the heat
Ayy, I’m back in a cycle
Feel like a psycho
Feel like I’m Michael, yuh
Don’t look at my bread, don’t look at my whip
Take a look at my FICO, yuh
I’m pacing and thinking of robbing a bank
With the homies I hang with
These hoes wanna make it, the bank or the banquet
Come hang with the gang get shady
Drunk drive in a Mercedes
.45 on the hip daily
Screaming out '**** you pay me'
I ain’t patient, I got OCD
Feel like I’m not controlling me
Still them hoes gon’ fall for me
***** that they offer me is often not too luxury
But let me see what that lick read
Triple digits in the six speed
Think I fell in love when that bitch hit me
I might **** around and bust her down and buy a Bentley
For that bitch while you was ****ing with them lames
I made my baby momma rich
Baby play with my dick not my emotions
Shed so many tears that I could fill an ocean
We was coasting, now we roller coasting
Look inside my eyes and feel the pain that you put on me
I just pray to Peep that you don’t leave me lonely
Thousand bitches but they can’t do nothing for me
You my one and only
I know you need some company so come on over
Do you love me, do you love exposure?
Ayy, man, Pouya man, I got you man
Tell these hoes 'shut the **** up'
Check this pimping, gotta watch these women,
They catfish (They catfish)
And it look like Meech in the club every time
I come through tipping (Big Meech)
Drop that bag, maybe 2 or 3,
That's if she different (Drop a bag)
Wanna come back, I got that sack,
It look like Christmas (Back in)
She down to ****
You tryna cup my bitch luck (Ayy, you trippin')
This ain't no robbery
But my bitch is stuck up, ayy (My bitch bad)
She bad as ****, well like what's in my cup
She the quicker, pick her upper,
I'm loving the way she suck, ayy, pick me up
She call me Jay (Yeah hoe), I call her bae (Yeah hoe)
We ain't the Carters
But that rock all in your face (It's the rock)
These bitches thirsty but these hoes
Aain't got no taste (Ain't got no taste)
It's cuffing season man,
These hoes finna get replaced any day, ayy