| Ride through the 6 with my woes
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| I’m in the 6 with Pablo
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| Trying to get rich off the blow
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| Trying to get rich off the road
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| Robbing them sticks on the low
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| I need a plug on the low
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| I need them in by the boat
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| Units in the city, Shawty Lo
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| OG Lambo, how low can you go?
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| Truckload of mid from Mexico
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| Riding through the 6 on Candler Road
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| Dropped that shit off by my woe
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| Me and Poppi 'bout to pour up a four
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| Trying to put it on the road
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| I’m on toes, serving shit at my shows
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| I think I got early Alzheimer’s
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| I ain’t even mean to make the pot shook
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| Fucked around, skipped every class but home economics
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| I just wanna learn how to cook
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| Walk in this bitch, dressed like Captain Hook
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| I’m smoking cookie, pussy, got your cookies took
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| I’m swinging the trees like its Jungle Book
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| Drinking lean, got the old bills, Dr. Huxtable
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| Get robbed, pussy nigga gullible
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| Pablo pull up in the, «What the fuck you do?»
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| Wearing «What the fuck are those?»
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| Riding through the 6 with my woes
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| Bombs everywhere like it’s a minefield
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| I make the trap explode
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| Bitch look like Kelly Rose
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| I’m selling Topanga in Minnesota
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| I’ma cook it 'fore you come a little over
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| Stay in the kitchen, might smell a little odor
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| Crack rock, break it down into boulders
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| Now these bitches wanna act like they know us
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| Dope on my clothes, work it well like I’m holding
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| I’m at the witness door, like Jehovah
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| AK, hundred-round strap on my shoulder
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| Shoot everything over shoulders
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| Ride through the 6 with my woes
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| I’m in the 6 with Pablo
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| Trying to get rich off the blow
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| Trying to get rich off the road
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| Robbing them sticks on the low
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| I need a plug on the low
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| I need them in by the boat
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| Units in the city, Shawty Lo
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| OG Limbo, how low can you go?
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| Truckload of mid from Mexico
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| Riding through the 6 on Candler Road
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| Dropped that shit off by my woe
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| Me and Poppi 'bout to pour up a four
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| Trying to put it on the road
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| I’m on toes, serving shit at my shows
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| I’m the realest nigga that ever did it
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| I was really juuging in the city
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| I was having units in the city
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| Everything I say, I really live it
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| Poppi just charge for the midget
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| Hundred band juug, to be specific
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| I got plugs each and every city
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| Get them things for the Ken and Griffey
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| Twenty chains, bitch, I feel terrific
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| It’s a plain Jane, there’s a difference
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| I got bitches, ain’t no difference
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| I could tell that she ain’t know the difference
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| Parked the Lamborghini, snatch your feelings
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| Hundred hoes John the Poppi with em
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| Indoor pool, heated swimming
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| Lot of choppers, no alarm system
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| I been running through the 6 with my woes
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| I was in that Bent with your hoe
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| Sell them something that they didn’t know
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| Ride through the 6 with my woes
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| I’m in the 6 with Pablo
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| Trying to get rich off the blow
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| Trying to get rich off the road
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| Robbing them sticks on the low
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| I need a plug on the low
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| I need them in by the boat
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| Units in the city, Shawty Lo
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| OG Limbo, how low can you go?
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| Truckload of mid from Mexico
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| Riding through the 6 on Candler Road
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| Dropped that shit off by my woe
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| Me and Poppi 'bout to pour up a four
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| Trying to put it on the road
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| I’m on toes, serving shit at my shows |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In the 6 , by - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Song from the album Guerilla Warfare - EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп