Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 6 Rings , by - Mass AppealRelease date: 04.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
6 Rings |
| Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah |
| Yeah |
| If I say that I got it, then damn it, I got it |
| I’m lookin' like Percy to niggas, they know I’m 'bout it |
| I really ain’t talkin' to niggas, I’m movin' in silence, ayy |
| All of my cheese in lump sum, need all of my cottage, look |
| Look at my wrist, it ain’t nothin' there |
| I can make ratchet look debonair |
| Say that they ball but ain’t got a pair |
| I got the moves like I’m Fred Astaire |
| West Sides dubs up, yeah, gettin' my dubs up, yeah |
| Lsat of the real, look at my team, really who fuck with us? |
| Yeah, wait |
| Six rings, yeah |
| Six rings, six rings, ayy |
| Six rings, six rings, feelin' like Jordan |
| Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry |
| Six rings all for my shawty |
| Six rings all for my, whoa, shit |
| Six rings, feelin' like Jordan |
| Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry |
| Six rings all for my shawty |
| Six rings all for my shawty |
| Six rings, feelin' like Jordan |
| Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry |
| Six rings all for my shawty |
| Six rings all for my shawty, yeah |
| Bitch, I started goin' hard way before y’all agreed to this shit |
| And the car push to start but we still got keys in the whip, yeah |
| It seem like all niggas fraud and these broads be believin' this shit |
| I gotta ball with my dawgs 'fore I ever trick-or-treat with a chick, look |
| My young nigga got a stick, he can fit fifty-three in the clip, dawg |
| My lil' brother look just like me, you know that my mini-me with the shit, dawg |
| NBA the lifestyle, niggas got twenty P’s, finna lift off |
| That nigga said he had a hit, I heard it and it sounded like it was a bit off |
| I’m the one these niggas bit off |
| That boy puppy, I’m a big dawg |
| All these niggas look a bit soft |
| Boy, all that drip you had done dripped off |
| And why your woman in the crowd reachin' for my balls? |
| This is not a tip-off |
| And if I like it then I wear it, cop a couple pairs |
| Bitch, I feel like Rick Ross |
| Why they actin' like I ain’t the guy |
| They been hatin' but I ain’t surprised |
| Heard that money counted and I came alive |
| Nigga try to play, gotta pay the price |
| Heard your music, that shit ain’t suffice |
| This shit come easy, it’s a way of life |
| I do what I like, I never take advice |
| I got sick of ramen, now it’s steak and rice, nigga |
| Six rings, yeah |
| Six rings, six rings, ayy |
| Six rings, six rings, feelin' like Jordan |
| Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry |
| Six rings all for my shawty |
| Six rings all for my, whoa, shit |
| Six rings, feelin' like Jordan |
| Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry |
| Six rings all for my shawty |
| Six rings all for my shawty |
| Six rings, feelin' like Jordan |
| Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry |
| Six rings all for my shawty |
| Six rings all for my shawty, yeah |
| Six rings like I had six wives |
| I been up straight like six nights |
| Lil' homie poured up like six Sprites |
| Keep your head up, nigga, get right |
| I been on green light, green light |
| Smokin' on green like I won’t be needin' my lung |
| And I don’t feel no pain when I’m bleedin', I’m numb |
| All for the gang, what you need? |
| What you want? |
| Know the code, street politics |
| I got problems and it’s not a bitch |
| Fake body so she counterfeit |
| Love it when them niggas doubtin' it |
| Yeah that’s food for the flame |
| I just be doin' my thing |
| I don’t need to be verified |
| They don’t see this shit as clear as I |
| One thing’s for certain, we here to die |
| Pushin' the limits |
| Don’t need permission to go out and get it, the world is mine |
| Put in work and beat the paradigm |
| Bookin' niggas for a pair of dime |
| But I changed, I’m a man now |
| Need rings on my hand now |
| Feel broke with a band now |
| Shots fired, that’s a man down |
| Hope them niggas understand now |
| Don’t be playin' like you can’t drown |
| I’ma just be where I need to be |
| These niggas lookin' for easy street |
| I learned some lessons from Eazy E |
| They can’t be pickin' my pockets |
| Okay, I get it, I got it |
| I need some blue in my wallets |
| I need some newer deposits |
| You spend your money at Follies |
| I’ma be stackin' the profit |
| 'Cause I need six rings |
| Six rings, yeah |
| Six rings, six rings, ayy |
| Six rings, six rings, feelin' like Jordan |
| Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry |
| Six rings all for my shawty |
| Six rings all for my, whoa, shit |
| Six rings, feelin' like Jordan |
| Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry |
| Six rings all for my shawty |
| Six rings all for my shawty |
| Six rings, feelin' like Jordan |
| Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry |
| Six rings all for my shawty |
| Six rings all for my shawty, yeah |