NEZZY666, SosMula - SIX BELOW lyrics
SosMula [Vinicius Sosa] São Paulo, Brasil/U.S. 🇧🇷 🇺🇸
[NEZZY666, SosMula - SIX BELOW lyrics]
(Mission beats) always on my mind
Demons on my shoulders
And I just inhaled a blue one
All y'all need to stop rappin' 'bout shit
You ain't doin'
I keep my friends close, but that pole closer
Tuck it in my belt, I got a Louis V holster
Mula! I got cocaine, I got heroin (Work)
I got pounds of gas, them shit's is neon
(Work)
I'm poppin' acid tabs, I'm seein' crayons
(Work)
I'm in the drop top, with no tee on (Skrr)
Titty fuck, boobie trapped, number scraped
Pistol dirty i don't speak to pigs
My attorney do my talkin' for me
All aboard the train of thought
This a fuckin' hijack
I'll gut you like a buck
And never lose eye contact
Nickel 45, can't tuck it in my boot (Blaow)
Rusty in the shoot (Blaow)
Have you running up the stoop (Blaow)
Sixteen shot Glock coming in the coupe
(Blaow) now you clean your gunshot wounds
With a hundred proof
Breakin' down a P of that verde understand
Wouldn't feel what I'm sayin' if
I wrote it in braille
You a livin' lie, I can't relate lil bitch
Go Sleeze, tell em' what's up I gotta charge
This ankle monitor real quick
I'm the demon, the trigger squeeze
You niggas bleed (Mula)
Bitch I'm Sleezy, get fettuccini'ed
In Lamborghini (Skrr)
In a shootout, with you niggas
I catch you peeing (Blaow)
Open casket, I'm dumpin' ashes, I'm so greasy
(Mula)
Demons on my shoulders
And I just inhaled a blue one
All y'all need to stop rappin' 'bout shit
You ain't doin'
I keep my friends close, but that pole closer
Tuck it in my belt, I got a Louis V holster
Mula! I got cocaine, I got heroin (Work)
I got pounds of gas, them shit's is neon
(Work)
I'm poppin' acid tabs, I'm seein' crayons
(Work)
I'm in the drop top, with no tee on (Skrr)
Titty fuck, boobie trapped, number scraped
Pistol dirty i don't speak to pigs
My attorney do my talkin' for me
All aboard the train of thought
This a fuckin' hijack
I'll gut you like a buck
And never lose eye contact
Nickel 45, can't tuck it in my boot (Blaow)
Rusty in the shoot (Blaow)
Have you running up the stoop (Blaow)
Sixteen shot Glock coming in the coupe
(Blaow) now you clean your gunshot wounds
With a hundred proof
Breakin' down a P of that verde understand
Wouldn't feel what I'm sayin' if
I wrote it in braille
You a livin' lie, I can't relate lil bitch
Go Sleeze, tell em' what's up I gotta charge
This ankle monitor real quick
I'm the demon, the trigger squeeze
You niggas bleed (Mula)
Bitch I'm Sleezy, get fettuccini'ed
In Lamborghini (Skrr)
In a shootout, with you niggas
I catch you peeing (Blaow)
Open casket, I'm dumpin' ashes, I'm so greasy
(Mula)