6 Kiss lyrics

by

Quavo


[Intro: Juice WRLD]
I love Trippie Redd
Oh, oh
Pourin' up fours, mud in my cup
Won't look at the past, it's behind us
Fallin' in a bottomless pit, find us
Life is a purge, sound of the sirens

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Do whatever I want, don't give a f*ck, live my life, uh-huh, uh-huh
I got your wife, she my sl*t, she take nut, uh-huh, uh-huh
And I don't walk sh*t at all, I'm on the money run
I don't got no opps, they stay inside 'cause they scared of my guns
Your b*tch said she want a real one, I told her, "Come and find one"
It's funny how you pus*y, but you never been inside one
Ayy, these dumb-ass, virgin-ass n*ggas mad
They run when they see the gun in my hand
Bullets like Twitter, they follow them

[Verse 2: YNW Melly]
Nut, my kids, she swallow them, ooh, yeah, she swallow them
Boy, your chain ain't solid gold
Your jeweler finessed, he hollowed them (Yeah)
These n*ggas say they wit' it, uh, we gon' Harry Potter him (pus*y b*tch)
Make that lil' b*tch disappear (Woo), got VVS's in my ear
Ooh-ooh-ooh, a chandelier, they shinin' on your b*tch
We flick these hoes wanna f*ck, 'cause I'm so freaky-deaky and your b*tch gon' eat me
You know that we killin' these f*ck n*ggas
Hell nah, ain't no throwin' no white flag
Hell nah, pus*y boy, we don't buy that
pus*y n*gga, pull up on him and bite that, uh
Hundred thirty K on a Cuban link, ayy
Shawty wanna f*ck, suck the di*k and be my bae, ayy (Uh)
Chillin' on that couch, f*ck your b*tch in her mouth
Catch a n*gga slippin', put it in his f*cking house (Slatt)
[Bridge: YNW Melly]
I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the talkin'
I ain't with the talkin', put the pus*y n*gga in a coffin (Oh-oh-oh)
He red, n*gga say he bleedin', he red, he red (Oh)
I'm killin' everybody instead (Bah)

[Verse 3: Trippie Redd]
It be so cold up in the summertime (Freezin'), in the summertime (Freezin')
Diamonds on my fingers, baby blue, they look like Megamind (Yeah)
I don't know reality, b*tch, I feel like Coraline (Yeah, yeah)
And we from the Northside, pull up, Optimus Prime (Yeah)
I don't wanna miss life (Yeah)
Promise it feel better takin' his life (Takin' his life, yeah)
Yeah, codeine when I p*ss right (When I p*ss right)
'Cause we live that f*cking triple six life, yeah, that 6 kiss life (Yeah, six, six)
Murder, what it is, murder, what it is, yeah, murder, what it is, uh
I'ma catch a murder in this b*tch, that's for certain in this b*tch
Like close the burtains in this b*tch, uh (Yeah, uh, yeah)
Uh, it's a living Hell (Right) and we live in Hell
From there, live in Hell, from there, I live in Hell, from there, yeah
La-la-la-la, gang, la-la-la-la
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