Six Feet Deep

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Chetta - Rap, Trap

Six Feet Deep

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[Intro] DJ Rapture! Ay, and it's still fuck a bitch, ay Ay, and it's still fuck a hoe, ay Ay, and it's still fuck a bitch, ay Ay, and it's still fuck a hoe, woah-woah [Verse] 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 [Outro] 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, oh-oh? Like what is you talking about, oh-oh? Like what is you talking about, oh-oh? Like what is you talking about, oh-oh?

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  • Chetta