Lyrics 666 - LIL DUSTY G

Ooh-ooh-ooh
No, no
Ooh-ohh-ohh
No, no

Six-six-six-six-six
It's tatted on my wrist
I'll tat it on my lip, bitch
You don't know how it feels
To feel this way
You fake you pain
Just another cliché
You don't know how it feels
To feel this way
You fake you pain
Just another cliché

Say that you're depressed
I don't know who you foolin'
I can see right through you and I see you've never been through it
I can't stand a bitch like you who thinks it's cool to allude it
I got tallies down my forearm if you want me to prove it, bitch

Smokin' and puttin' my lip on my bitches
They kissin' my dick while I'm typin' in my digits
Arthritis inside of my head from this twist
And the piff, and you're bitch, think I'm trippin'
I'm flippin' a script, and then flipping prescription
My vision is blurry
My thoughts are perverted
I'm closing my curtains
And go in the furnace
Watch me burn

Keep goin'
She say she a fiend for it
Told me she got that lean, pour it
I'll never step on the scene, boy
I never come out my tree like I'm Pain
Hatin' on me like the leaves when it rain
I feed of the hate
It make me feel great
I'm staying up late and she giving me face
Get the fuck out my way when I'm after the cake

Ooh, dropping drugs in the champagne
Cocaine on a weekday
Propane what i smoke
I think I'ma die no joke

Six-six-six-six-six (Ooh)
It's tatted on my wrist (Ooh)
I'll tat it on my lip, bitch (No, no)
You don't know how it feels (Ooh)
To feel this way (Ooh)
You fake you pain (No, no)
Just another cliché

Six-six-six-six-six (Ooh)
It's tatted on my wrist (Ooh)
I'll tat it on my lip, bitch (No, no)
You don't know how it feels (Ooh)
To feel this way (Ooh)
You fake you pain (No, no)
Just another cliché