Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 6 Mile Show , by - Babyface Ray. Release date: 19.05.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
6 Mile Show |
| One blue hundred, she’ll dance for me |
| She know I got a check, keep harassin' me |
| It’s a mess on my neck, keep starin' at me |
| «Face, what it hit for?"They keep askin' me |
| Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbin' me |
| Man, the money counter still ain’t fast as me |
| Gettin' money right now, ain’t no time to beef |
| Forty-eight hours, I ain’t had no sleep (Yeah) |
| Ho, you a fool |
| Thinkin' I’d kick my cup for a bitch, put her over my juice |
| Glock 19, I ain’t playin' with niggas |
| I’ll up that bitch, put bro on the news |
| Shit changed me, all this goddamn ice |
| I gotta fuck first night, can’t go for the fool |
| Basically, I ain’t with the waitin' patiently |
| Only here for a day, let’s go to the room |
| One blue hundred, she’ll dance for me |
| She know I got a check, keep harassin' me |
| It’s a mess on my neck, keep starin' at me |
| «Face, what it hit for?"They keep askin' me |
| Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbin' me |
| Man, the money counter still ain’t fast as me |
| Gettin' money right now, ain’t no time to beef |
| Forty-eight hours, I ain’t had no sleep |
| Yeah, you ain’t gettin' money, you dead to me |
| Got a bad lil' bitch, pop Xans with me |
| Glock 19, quit playin' with me |
| Throw the head for free, I ain’t payin' a freak |
| Bustdown Patek |
| Rich-ass Crip, I’ll change your life, got bands for weeks |
| Fuck is you sayin'? |
| Bitch don’t jam |
| Big chop so big like a van, a Jeep |
| One blue hundred, she’ll dance for me |
| She know I got a check, keep harassin' me |
| It’s a mess on my neck, keep starin' at me |
| «Face, what it hit for?"They keep askin' me |
| Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbin' me |
| Man, the money counter still ain’t fast as me |
| Gettin' money right now, ain’t no time to beef |
| Forty-eight hours, I ain’t had no sleep |
| Ain’t no lovin' a slut |
| Shorty in love with the dick |
| Double up, I’m in love with my cup |
| I’m in love with them bands |
| Lil' bitch, stick to the script |
| Cop ice, spend a hundred or plus |
| I’m in love with that fin |
| Deep dish, stuffin' the bands |
| New 'Vette, yeah, the trunk in the front |
| One blue hundred, she’ll dance for me |
| She know I got a check, keep harassin' me |
| It’s a mess on my neck, keep starin' at me |
| «Face, what it hit for?"They keep askin' me |
| Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbin' me |
| Man, the money counter still ain’t fast as me |
| Gettin' money right now, ain’t no time to beef (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) |
| Yeah, I can’t waste no mud (Never), or waste no time |
| Freaky bitch, you ain’t no dime |
| Head ain’t good, that’s a waste of mine |
| Spent three thousand on my soda |
| We sip pints, this ain’t no line |
| I like all my jewelry bright |
| Dior shades, I can’t go blind |
| Yeah, Rollie on my wrist (Bustdown), I mean this a Mueller |
| VVSs, this bitch stupid |
| Them SIs, should kill your jeweler |
| Ice her wrist out if she bad |
| Seen his water, now she choosin' |
| Spent ten thousand up in Louis |
| Gave five thousand to my shooter |
| Ayy, I gotta beg her to leave me |
| Believe me, I’m havin' a check if she need it (Believe me) |
| Closet, it change with the season (Yeah) |
| Got somethin' ridin' with the reaper, yeah (Yeah) |
| Trust me, it get deeper |
| Money, it’s turnin' her on, she leakin' (Yeah) |
| My new piece like broke glass |
| Nigga play fraud, get no pass (Bitch) |
| FN, shoot it with both hands |
| Toss it in the S, it go fast |
| How you in your bag with no bag? |
| (Huh?) |
| We don’t do it for fame, want more cash |
| Shooters behind the tint |
| Catch him at the light, fuck around, make bro crash (No cap) |
| Shorty was on my dick |
| So I fucked her in the suite, then left, now the ho mad (Go) |
| Bankroll, sip a lot of drank |
| I ain’t trippin' 'bout nothin', nigga (Bankroll, sip a lot of drank) |
| These niggas playin' snake games, so I gotta keep the cutter with me (These |
| niggas playin' with snakes) |
| Paranoid |
| Brick of 'caine, brick of boy (Yeah) |
| Scoop a package up in Illinois (Yeah) |
| Some shit, you just can’t avoid (Uh) |
| 41, paid forty for it |
| Yeah, I can’t waste no mud (Never), or waste no time |
| Freaky bitch, you ain’t no dime |
| Head ain’t good, that’s a waste of mine |
| Spent three thousand on my soda |
| We sip pints, this ain’t no line |
| I like all my jewelry bright |
| Dior shades, I can’t go blind |
| Yeah, Rollie on my wrist (Bustdown), I mean this a Mueller |
| VVSs, this bitch stupid |
| Them SIs, should kill your jeweler |
| Ice her wrist out if she bad |
| Seen his water, now she choosin' |
| Spent ten thousand up in Louis |
| Gave five thousand to my shooter |