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Paroles de la chanson 600 Degrees par BigXthaPlug
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(Ayo, Sheff)
Ayy
[BigXthaPlug]
600 the mob and we yet to be fucked with
Drop a bag, get him killed in his new 'fit
All on the 'net, but in person, ain't do shit
I'm the type get him robbed for his new kit
Let me chill and just talk 'bout this new shit
Two hundred the dash and these diamonds on sick, sick
Ayy, your folks used to say you wouldn't be shit
When it's war in that field, it get deep, bitch
Yeah, it's cool, them boys did what they did
But I swear for God y'all should've killed me
(Ayo, Sheff)
Ayy
[BigXthaPlug]
600 the mob and we yet to be fucked with
Drop a bag, get him killed in his new 'fit
All on the 'net, but in person, ain't do shit
I'm the type get him robbed for his new kit
Let me chill and just talk 'bout this new shit
Two hundred the dash and these diamonds on sick, sick
Ayy, your folks used to say you wouldn't be shit
When it's war in that field, it get deep, bitch
Yeah, it's cool, them boys did what they did
But I swear for God y'all should've killed me
Ain't do nothin' but make some more money, some millions
Only right all them pussy boys fear me
I'm a Balenci' guy, really put it on
All them niggas around, who you puttin' on?
I'm a 600 repper, check every song
And, no, I can't give 'em no clout, we just get 'em gone
[MurdaGang PB]
Came a long way from the city, but that don't mean shit 'cause I still got the block on my back
Now it hit a lil' different 'cause when I go get me a bag, I ain't gotta go flip me a pack
Don't get it fucked up with this rappin' shit, I still'll wrap some shit
Go do a show, double bag a bitch
Throw a 6 and 8, 600, we crackin' shit
Only right all them pussy boys fear me
I'm a Balenci' guy, really put it on
All them niggas around, who you puttin' on?
I'm a 600 repper, check every song
And, no, I can't give 'em no clout, we just get 'em gone
[MurdaGang PB]
Came a long way from the city, but that don't mean shit 'cause I still got the block on my back
Now it hit a lil' different 'cause when I go get me a bag, I ain't gotta go flip me a pack
Don't get it fucked up with this rappin' shit, I still'll wrap some shit
Go do a show, double bag a bitch
Throw a 6 and 8, 600, we crackin' shit
Shit we doin', man, this shit, it ain't average
X told me rap, man, I can't even go slide
Fuck it, I might just go spin one more time
I be ready to kill, I don't play about mine
Put his face on a tee like a graphic design
Hold my wrist up, it's a two-tone Cartier
Bitch, I'm up, drop a bag, get him outta here
Diamonds hittin', nigga look like a chandelier
Brand-new Lam', I hit the gas and we disappear
[Yung Hood]
Dots on his top, got him yellin' out, "Bingo"
Been gambling with life, nigga, fuck a casino
Rap or trap, tryna stay out a RICO
They say it was beef, get it chopped with some pico
In the club with a Drac', got it tucked in a peacoat
X told me rap, man, I can't even go slide
Fuck it, I might just go spin one more time
I be ready to kill, I don't play about mine
Put his face on a tee like a graphic design
Hold my wrist up, it's a two-tone Cartier
Bitch, I'm up, drop a bag, get him outta here
Diamonds hittin', nigga look like a chandelier
Brand-new Lam', I hit the gas and we disappear
[Yung Hood]
Dots on his top, got him yellin' out, "Bingo"
Been gambling with life, nigga, fuck a casino
Rap or trap, tryna stay out a RICO
They say it was beef, get it chopped with some pico
In the club with a Drac', got it tucked in a peacoat
Take a rap nigga chain, feel like Deebo
Stuck in the game, shit feel like velcro
Me let an opp nigga slide? Nigga, hell no
Dodgin' the alphabet, still lettin' L go
Still the same nigga on the block with no mentor
Fuckin' off extras and countin' on Melrose
In Miami, I spent 'bout a dub on Lincoln Road
Twelve-fifty for shoes, sellin' D for the low
It's just too much cappin', don't get killed for an ego
Hit the switch on the glick, ain't no need for a reload
All the rappin'-ass niggas just actin', CB4
[Ro$ama]
All this bread at the table, shit look like Last Supper
Speech disorder, chop got a bad stutter
Stuck in the game, shit feel like velcro
Me let an opp nigga slide? Nigga, hell no
Dodgin' the alphabet, still lettin' L go
Still the same nigga on the block with no mentor
Fuckin' off extras and countin' on Melrose
In Miami, I spent 'bout a dub on Lincoln Road
Twelve-fifty for shoes, sellin' D for the low
It's just too much cappin', don't get killed for an ego
Hit the switch on the glick, ain't no need for a reload
All the rappin'-ass niggas just actin', CB4
[Ro$ama]
All this bread at the table, shit look like Last Supper
Speech disorder, chop got a bad stutter
Glock 23 with a thirty, that's double-double
Tryna drop everything, Craig's in trouble
Black-face Rollie for all of the dark times
I know killers that only work part-time
Country-ass nigga, I'll step for some moonshine
Get life in the sky if you go past this gun line
600 'grees, nigga, go check the Fahrenheit
We the type to come shoot up the candlelights
Stomach shot fuck up a nigga whole appetite
Flower-print earrings shine brighter than panel light
Been fed the streets, this shit more like a mukbang
20k on the ground, this shit chump change
K5 got a Glock, take the shot
Then I slide the paper to him just like a gun range
Tryna drop everything, Craig's in trouble
Black-face Rollie for all of the dark times
I know killers that only work part-time
Country-ass nigga, I'll step for some moonshine
Get life in the sky if you go past this gun line
600 'grees, nigga, go check the Fahrenheit
We the type to come shoot up the candlelights
Stomach shot fuck up a nigga whole appetite
Flower-print earrings shine brighter than panel light
Been fed the streets, this shit more like a mukbang
20k on the ground, this shit chump change
K5 got a Glock, take the shot
Then I slide the paper to him just like a gun range
[BigXthaPlug]
Ain't gon' lie, I wasn't fuckin' with rappin' and shit
I was so used to spinnin' and smackin' on shit
Now we up, me and my niggas havin' this shit
Can't you tell by the plaques, how they platinum and shit?
[MurdaGang PB]
No, I ain't doin' no tusslin', VVS diamond, I'm rockin' this Cullinan
I been rappin', them pigs tried to stop me from hustlin'
Tryna figure out how to get package through customs
[Yung Hood]
That lil' pussy a virgin, ain't got no bodies
Ain't gon' lie, I wasn't fuckin' with rappin' and shit
I was so used to spinnin' and smackin' on shit
Now we up, me and my niggas havin' this shit
Can't you tell by the plaques, how they platinum and shit?
[MurdaGang PB]
No, I ain't doin' no tusslin', VVS diamond, I'm rockin' this Cullinan
I been rappin', them pigs tried to stop me from hustlin'
Tryna figure out how to get package through customs
[Yung Hood]
That lil' pussy a virgin, ain't got no bodies
Put them P's on your head, Andy Milonakis
I'm all up in the grow with Lil' Morgan on Wocky
In the D with the snipers, on the phone with the foxes
[Ro$ama]
You can hear his heartbeat, nigga, go check the stethoscope
Stuffin' green in the pack, sellin' medical
Chrome Heart 'fit, eight thousand on Melrose
600 mob, nigga, welcome to death row
I'm all up in the grow with Lil' Morgan on Wocky
In the D with the snipers, on the phone with the foxes
[Ro$ama]
You can hear his heartbeat, nigga, go check the stethoscope
Stuffin' green in the pack, sellin' medical
Chrome Heart 'fit, eight thousand on Melrose
600 mob, nigga, welcome to death row
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