Jae Neezy - 6 Weeks

We Taking a trip
We fly out the A
Flew to L.A. just to fuck on you bae
Trip to New York
Balling like it's a sport
Gone for 6 weeks
All kinds of resorts
Pack a luh bag
We gone get away
Turn the phones off
And be on our way
Pack a luh bag
We gone get away
Turn the phones off
And be on our way
I been up going for bout 8 nights a week
Really just meaning I don't get no sleep
Recounting my money
Just to make sure it's neat
I like em thick
Don't want shit petite
We taking a trip
Be gone for 6 weeks
We leaving at night
So nobody see
Your last man was lame
Comparing to me
I'm dripping sauce
Quite short of a leak
Rolling these flowers
Back up in a leaf
Double the stuff
So double the geek
Loving your glasses
I'm digging your fleek
I'm Liking the way
You turn to my freak
You busing it open
Show me all that pink
Show me all that pink
We fuckin and scratching
On top of the sink
On top of the sink
We Taking a trip
we fly out the A
Flew to L.A. just to fuck on you bae
Trip to New York
Balling like it's a sport
Gone for 6 weeks
All kinds of resorts
Pack a luh bag
We gone get away
Turn the phones off
And be on our way
Pack a luh bag
We gone get away
Turn the phones off
And be on our way
We Taking a trip
we fly out the A
Flew to L.A. just to fuck on you bae
Trip to New York
Balling like it's a sport
Gone for 6 weeks
All kinds of resorts
Pack a luh bag
We gone get away
Turn the phones off
And be on our way
Pack a luh bag
We gone get away
Turn the phones off
And be on our way
Smoking on pressure
It be on a regular
Talking bout wifing you
Nah I kant lie to you
Niggahs that's trying you
Hoping they sniper proof
Pull up and hop out
Like hunting's my sport
All of my niggahs
I give em support
All of my plugs
Know I'm buying in bulk
I used to get it
From pots and a fork
Standing outside
On the block till it's kold
Hopped off the stoop
Straight off the fourth floor
I'm tryna get it
My words is like gold
Telling my niggahs
That I want the world
Till it's just us
My son and my girl
Out in L.A.
With New York on my plates
Looking for the nearest
Medical place
Different samples
And Different tastes
Out in L.A.
With New York on my plates
We Taking a trip
we fly out the A
Flew to L.A. just to fuck on you bae
Trip to New York
Balling like it's a sport
Gone for 6 weeks
All kinds of resorts
Pack a luh bag
We gone get away
Turn the phones off
And be on our way
Pack a luh bag
We gone get away
Turn the phones off
And be on our way
We Taking a trip
We fly out the A
Flew to L.A. just to fuck on you bae
Trip to New York
Balling like it's a sport
Gone for 6 weeks
All kinds of resorts
Pack a luh bag
We gone get away
Turn the phones off
And be on our way
Pack a luh bag
We gone get away
Turn the phones off
And be on our way

Written by:
Nigel DeArmond

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