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Bartbourne - 6 FLOW (feat. Che) Lyrics



Bartbourne - 6 FLOW (feat. Che) Lyrics
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Yeah, we just smoking on opps, put that ass in a vape
Yo bitch, she standing on top with that ass in my face
He tryna run from them bullets, can't run from that 'K
She gon' pull up, nigga run and we shoot at his face
Bitch, I want money, any statement gon' move out the place
[?] cake
Glock out Guwap, f*ck nigga, my name is che
Knock out your doorman, bitch, I'ma run in yo' place
Put some white in her smoke, yeah, that bitch a best friend
Air out a wasteman, nigga so done, feel like Drake
This nigga hatin', 'cause he not up in my place
Her head amazing, made my body Harlem Shake
I keep 'em waiting, I'll never drop my tape
I own some bulldogs, but they never in they cage
F*cking real shit, I got some money in my face
I get on Nate beats, 'cause I love the f*cking bass
Put him in the lake, 'cause I'll never leave a trace
I'm with my twin, that's just on that straight shit
Shoot at yo' bitch, he won't have a ray
No Jeremy Lin, I'm shootin' out mace
I f*ck on 10s, dick in all they face
I heard your mans, got put in a ditch
Walk on my wrist, we in outer space
Ten times two, a nigga never liked a Jake
I'm in yo' state farming bitches, nigga, like I'm Jake
I'm in a sitcom, finna cop a Debbie Kay
A lot of shit gone, nigga shoot with double Dracs
She finna' bend over, then I put it in her face
If I put Cartier's on, then how can I get mid
If I don't rock the Saint Peter, how can I be lit?
If I ain't bussin' a bitch, then how can she be late?
Before I eat, man, you know it's always "As-salamu alaykum"
24/8, bitch, I'm always ballin' like a Laker
My life a movie, but hell nah, this ain't anime
I love my mama, but I ain't tell her that I made it
I love these bitches, you see niggas, they so basic
I light his frontal up, and you know I face it
I f*cked this lil' hoe up, think she was Jamaican
I make this Drac' go "Vrrah", where his body lay
I don't wear makeup, nah, but I look amazing
All of these white diamonds, everybody think I'm racist
Gotta go raw, 'cause I'm making everybody fake
Put it on God, I'm in everybody f*cking brain
I got my nails done, everybody swear I'm gay
I told lil' twin, "Let's take it right back to the basics"
Bullets say, "Haha, young nigga did not kick"
You poppin', I land, and I'm f*cking on an eight
My mom, she hate me, I'm bad at communicating
You tell the cops sumn', you'll always be a bitch
I told the crab fiends, "Uncle told me how to mix"
I told my main bitch, "Let's go have a blasian baby"
I like a G-Shock, but I think this shit outdated
You so feline, how it feel to get cremate?
Bitch, in my free time, I be boolin' with yo' bae
But it's the street time, smoking with a non-fake
I need some me time, told this bitch, "I cannot fake"
I hit her three times, three times, now she can't even take it
Put this on rewind, [?]
I told Elon, bitch, we finna make a spaceship
I should have known, I should have known
The night pa died , the night you weren't there
Blood is worthless to you , just like he was to you
Just like I am to
Now it's time for you to learn what blood really means
AARGH
DAVID!
I'm never lackin bitch I keep my heater
I ain't cuffin that bitch , cuz that bitch she a treesha
Niggas be bummies yeah, they wanna be us (yeah)
Locked in wit gang yeah, posted wit mia
High car fashion I got a 3 seater
Talking that shit nigga do you wanna meet up
Too live in this bitch , yeah I feel like vegeta
She call me a hero, bitch I feel like I'm Peter
It was nice to meet ya , but I don't wanna see ya
Do it own yo own, bitch I ain't no teacher
Shout out sosa I gotta pay his bail
I ain't no empath , give a f*ck about how you felt
You niggas sorry, you gotta take a L
F*ck bout no views I feel like chris sails
That bitch she musty, she got a smell
I'm at the Krusty , I gotta help
They tryna be me , but they already failed
They wanna reach me, hit me through the mail
Do it precisely, I ain't leaving no trail
Bitch fat ass f*ck, she built like a whale
No Jeremy Lin, I'm shootin' out mace
I f*ck on 10s, dick in all they face
I heard your mans, got put in a ditch
Walk on my wrist, we in outer space
Ten times two, a nigga never liked a Jake
I'm in yo' state farming bitches, nigga, like I'm Jake
I'm in a sitcom, finna cop a Debbie Kay
A lot of shit gone, nigga shoot with double Dracs
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Yeah, we just smoking on opps, put that ass in a vape
Yo bitch, she standing on top with that ass in my face
He tryna run from them bullets, can't run from that 'K
She gon' pull up, nigga run and we shoot at his face
Bitch, I want money, any statement gon' move out the place
[?] cake
Glock out Guwap, f*ck nigga, my name is che
Knock out your doorman, bitch, I'ma run in yo' place
Put some white in her smoke, yeah, that bitch a best friend
Air out a wasteman, nigga so done, feel like Drake
This nigga hatin', 'cause he not up in my place
Her head amazing, made my body Harlem Shake
I keep 'em waiting, I'll never drop my tape
I own some bulldogs, but they never in they cage
F*cking real shit, I got some money in my face
I get on Nate beats, 'cause I love the f*cking bass
Put him in the lake, 'cause I'll never leave a trace
I'm with my twin, that's just on that straight shit
Shoot at yo' bitch, he won't have a ray
No Jeremy Lin, I'm shootin' out mace
I f*ck on 10s, dick in all they face
I heard your mans, got put in a ditch
Walk on my wrist, we in outer space
Ten times two, a nigga never liked a Jake
I'm in yo' state farming bitches, nigga, like I'm Jake
I'm in a sitcom, finna cop a Debbie Kay
A lot of shit gone, nigga shoot with double Dracs
She finna' bend over, then I put it in her face
If I put Cartier's on, then how can I get mid
If I don't rock the Saint Peter, how can I be lit?
If I ain't bussin' a bitch, then how can she be late?
Before I eat, man, you know it's always "As-salamu alaykum"
24/8, bitch, I'm always ballin' like a Laker
My life a movie, but hell nah, this ain't anime
I love my mama, but I ain't tell her that I made it
I love these bitches, you see niggas, they so basic
I light his frontal up, and you know I face it
I f*cked this lil' hoe up, think she was Jamaican
I make this Drac' go "Vrrah", where his body lay
I don't wear makeup, nah, but I look amazing
All of these white diamonds, everybody think I'm racist
Gotta go raw, 'cause I'm making everybody fake
Put it on God, I'm in everybody f*cking brain
I got my nails done, everybody swear I'm gay
I told lil' twin, "Let's take it right back to the basics"
Bullets say, "Haha, young nigga did not kick"
You poppin', I land, and I'm f*cking on an eight
My mom, she hate me, I'm bad at communicating
You tell the cops sumn', you'll always be a bitch
I told the crab fiends, "Uncle told me how to mix"
I told my main bitch, "Let's go have a blasian baby"
I like a G-Shock, but I think this shit outdated
You so feline, how it feel to get cremate?
Bitch, in my free time, I be boolin' with yo' bae
But it's the street time, smoking with a non-fake
I need some me time, told this bitch, "I cannot fake"
I hit her three times, three times, now she can't even take it
Put this on rewind, [?]
I told Elon, bitch, we finna make a spaceship
I should have known, I should have known
The night pa died , the night you weren't there
Blood is worthless to you , just like he was to you
Just like I am to
Now it's time for you to learn what blood really means
AARGH
DAVID!
I'm never lackin bitch I keep my heater
I ain't cuffin that bitch , cuz that bitch she a treesha
Niggas be bummies yeah, they wanna be us (yeah)
Locked in wit gang yeah, posted wit mia
High car fashion I got a 3 seater
Talking that shit nigga do you wanna meet up
Too live in this bitch , yeah I feel like vegeta
She call me a hero, bitch I feel like I'm Peter
It was nice to meet ya , but I don't wanna see ya
Do it own yo own, bitch I ain't no teacher
Shout out sosa I gotta pay his bail
I ain't no empath , give a f*ck about how you felt
You niggas sorry, you gotta take a L
F*ck bout no views I feel like chris sails
That bitch she musty, she got a smell
I'm at the Krusty , I gotta help
They tryna be me , but they already failed
They wanna reach me, hit me through the mail
Do it precisely, I ain't leaving no trail
Bitch fat ass f*ck, she built like a whale
No Jeremy Lin, I'm shootin' out mace
I f*ck on 10s, dick in all they face
I heard your mans, got put in a ditch
Walk on my wrist, we in outer space
Ten times two, a nigga never liked a Jake
I'm in yo' state farming bitches, nigga, like I'm Jake
I'm in a sitcom, finna cop a Debbie Kay
A lot of shit gone, nigga shoot with double Dracs
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Writer: Chase Mitchell, Chris Gould
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Performed By: Bartbourne
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Chase Mitchell, Chris Gould

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