6th Sense

Lyrics

I'm in London, got my beat from London
 Every time I like a bit' I find out she a nat
 Somebody call the vet, my dog turned out to be a rat
 I'ma slick pimp, got a sixth sense
 Hoe you ain't a dime, you just six cents
 I be on them beans, she be on codiene
 All I want is money, all she want is me
 She just wanna be loved, she just wanna be pleased
 All I want is money, all she want is me
 All I want is money, all she want is me
 
 All I want is money, all she want is me
 Say I'm so selfish, all I think about is fetty
 I can't settle down, something just won't let me
 I want to settle down, well maybe I ain't ready
 Bae, I'm living reckless, and I'm thuggin' heavy
 In love with the skreets, and I'm in too deep
 I be tryna leave, it keep control of me
 It got my heart, got my mind, it got my physique
 She wanna wake up with my wand and put that ass to sleep
 I don't bleed Kool-Aid baby, I bleed concrete
 I ask God to give me wisdom, help me spot a leech
 I be talking money, tell that hoe "kapeesh"
 Tell that hoe to sheesh, love is for the weak
 Every time I like a bit' I find out she a nat
 Somebody call the vet, my dog turned out to be a rat
 I'ma slick pimp, got a sixth sense
 Hoe you ain't a dime, you just six cents
 I be on them Benz, she be on codiene
 All I want is money, all she want is me
 She just wanna be loved, she just wanna be please
 All I want is money, all she want is me
 All I want is money, all she want is me
 All I want is money, all she want is me
 I'm ziggied up, 26, 13, 6
 I'm a seven figure nigga, remember when I had six
 I'm a seven figure nigga, remember I ain't have shit
 Even though I'm rich, can't forget that I was hitting licks
 All I want is that, all she want is this
 I just wanna hit, but I just wanna hit
 What be on your mind when it come to this?
 Why you close your eyes every time we kiss?
 I'ma keep on pimpin', I'ma keep on living, and keep on catching flights, and never catchin' feelings
 I'ma keep it simple, I'ma keep poppin' real
 I like when I'm with ya
 But I love gettin' scrilla
 Every time I like a bit' I find out she a nat
 Somebody call the vet, my dog turned out to be a rat
 I'ma slick pimp, got a sixth sense
 Hoe you ain't a dime, you just six cents
 I be on them beans, she be on codiene
 All I want is money, all she want is me
 She just wanna be loved, she just wanna be please
 All I want is money, all she want is me
 All I want is money, all she want is me
 All I want is money, all she want is me
 

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Duration
03:14
Key
1
Tempo
161 BPM

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