Chetta - Six Feet Deep

And it's still fuck a bitch
And it's still fuck a hoe
And it's still fuck a bitch
And it's still fuck a hoe

I need that ice white modena two seater
With the crop top
Wrist watch cost a lot of guap
Tell your bitch stop better not
Pull up on the scene we gone get it popped
Pop she gone pop it till she fall out
Ball out
I ain't got a lot but i can call out
All clout tell me why your bitch
Up in my drug house woah now
Live up in the kitchen over stoves now
Hold it down
Remix flip my bricks i need some more now
Woah now pop another pill
I popped another seal put me in the game
Bitch been in the field
Grew up in that water tryna touch a mill
Now we almost here tell me how that feel

Baby don't know no drought
Baby don't know no drought
Baby don't know no drought
Baby don't know no drought
Like what is you talking about
Like what is you talking about
Like what is you talking about
Like what is you talking about

Written by:
Joshua Marchetta

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