Six Speed - Pouya/Juicy J.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Jordan Houston/Kevin Pouya/Michele Scatamacchia
[00:00.010] 作曲 : Jordan Houston/Kevin Pouya/Michele Scatamacchia
[00:00.021]MTM, hit 'em with the heat
[00:04.529]Ayy, I'm back in the cycle, feel like a psycho, feel like I'm Michael, yeah
[00:07.374]Don't look at my bread, don't look at my whip, take a look at my FICO, yeah
[00:10.229]I’m pacing and thinking of robbing a bank with the homies I hang with
[00:12.851]These hoes wanna make it, the bank or the banquet
[00:14.430]Come hang with the gang, get shady
[00:15.797]Drunk drive in a Mercedes, four-five on the hip daily, screaming out, "**** you pay me"
[00:18.724]I ain’t patient, I got OCD
[00:20.266]Feel like I'm not controlling me
[00:21.764]Still them hoes gon' fall for me
[00:23.145]B*****s that they offer me
[00:24.517]Is often not too luxury
[00:26.396]But let me see what that lick read
[00:28.127]Triple digits in the six speed
[00:29.646]Think I fell in love when that shit hit me
[00:31.831]I might **** around and bust her down and buy a Bentley
[00:34.733]For that b***h
[00:35.184]While you was ****ing with them lames I made my baby mama rich
[00:38.316]Baby, play with my d**k, not my emotions
[00:40.587]Shed so many tears that I could fill an ocean
[00:43.206]We was coasting, now we roller coasting
[00:45.949]Look inside my eyes and feel the pain that you put on me
[00:48.908]I just pray to Peep that you don't leave me lonely
[00:51.510]Thousand niggas but they can't do nothing for me
[00:54.137]You my one and only
[00:55.493]I know you need some company so come on over
[00:58.301]Do you love me, do you love exposure
[01:01.505]Ayy, man, Pouya man, I got you, man
[01:03.689]Tell these hoes shut the **** up, yeah
[01:05.500]Check this pimping, gotta watch these women, they catfish (They catfish)
[01:08.054]And it look like Meech in the club every time I come through tippin' (Big Meech)
[01:11.153]Drop that bag, maybe two or three, that's if she different (Drop a bag)
[01:13.792]Wanna come back, I got that sack, it look like Christmas (Backend)
[01:16.355]She down to ****, you tryna cuff, my nig', good luck, ayy (You trippin')
[01:18.783]This ain't no robbery but my b***h is stuck up, ayy (My b***h bad)
[01:21.543]She bad as ****, well like what's in my cup
[01:24.054]She the Quicker Picker Upper, I'm loving the way she suck, ayy (Pick me up)
[01:27.132]She call me Jay (Yeah, ho), I call her bae (Yeah, ho)
[01:29.903]We ain't the Carters but that rock all in your face (It's the rock)
[01:32.467]These niggas thirsty but these hoes ain't got no taste (Ain't got no taste)
[01:35.544]It's cuffing season, man, these hoes finna get replaced any day, ayy
文本歌词
作词 : Jordan Houston/Kevin Pouya/Michele Scatamacchia
作曲 : Jordan Houston/Kevin Pouya/Michele Scatamacchia
MTM, hit 'em with the heat
Ayy, I'm back in the cycle, feel like a psycho, feel like I'm Michael, yeah
Don't look at my bread, don't look at my whip, take a look at my FICO, yeah
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, four-five 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
B*****s 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 shit hit me
I might **** around and bust her down and buy a Bentley
For that b***h
While you was ****ing with them lames I made my baby mama rich
Baby, play with my d**k, 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 niggas 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, yeah
Check this pimping, gotta watch these women, they catfish (They catfish)
And it look like Meech in the club every time I come through tippin' (Big Meech)
Drop that bag, maybe two or three, that's if she different (Drop a bag)
Wanna come back, I got that sack, it look like Christmas (Backend)
She down to ****, you tryna cuff, my nig', good luck, ayy (You trippin')
This ain't no robbery but my b***h is stuck up, ayy (My b***h bad)
She bad as ****, well like what's in my cup
She the Quicker Picker Upper, I'm loving the way she suck, ayy (Pick me up)
She call me Jay (Yeah, ho), I call her bae (Yeah, ho)
We ain't the Carters but that rock all in your face (It's the rock)
These niggas thirsty but these hoes ain't got no taste (Ain't got no taste)
It's cuffing season, man, these hoes finna get replaced any day, ayy