Текст песни Six Feet Deep - Chetta

And its still fuck a bitch
And its still fuck a hoe
And its still fuck a bitch
And its still fuck a hoe

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

Baby dont know no drought
Baby dont know no drought
Baby dont know no drought
Baby dont know no drought
Like what is you talking about
Like what is you talking about
Like what is you talking about
Like what is you talking about