Devils Ink by Baby Russ Lyrics
Yeah , six, six, six she got it tatted on her
Lip , lip , lip she so dramatic but I
Take a sip, sip, sip I got a habit on me
Keep a stick, stick, stick and ima blast it homie
Triple six, six, six she got it tatted on her
Wrist so cold put a Patek on her
Ass so fat I gotta grab it homie
Come get your bitch, bitch , bitch flip and pass her homie
Come get your bitch
Pull up with a stick
We gonna get you hit
Drop a brick like lickity split
I don’t drop the clip because that’s evidence
Official and intelligent
They should call me president smoking on this medicine
I know that girl a demon
She trynna take my soul
They hate me for no reason
Damn that shit getting old
It feel like hell is freezing
Damn that boy getting cold
It feel like I’m still dreaming
Because she just hit my phone
So should I pick it up
Half the time it feel like you don’t really give a fuck
(Yea yea) that’s why I’m giving up
And I’m giving in
The devil smiling again
I think that she think we’re friends
Yeah , six, six, six she got it tatted on her
Lip , lip , lip she so dramatic but I
Take a sip, sip, sip I got a habit on me
Keep a stick, stick, stick and ima blast it homie
Triple six, six, six she got it tatted on her
Wrist so cold put a Patek on her
Ass so fat I gotta grab it homie
Come get your bitch, bitch , bitch flip and pass her homie
Lightning up the gas because I’m hella pissed
Piss inside the cup and I won’t pass the shit
I keep a Mac and then a drum no I never miss
I’m sipping on this dirty call it activist
I shook his hand sold my soul let the devil in
Now she blowing up my phone like here we go again
Smoke inside my chest and then I puff again
You stole my heart and ran I’m alone again
I hate the fact I love you
I don’t know why the hell I trust you
Maybe I was wrong maybe is it not true
I got a better bitch now so it’s fuck you
Yeah , six, six, six she got it tatted on her
Lip , lip , lip she so dramatic but I
Take a sip, sip, sip I got a habit on me
Keep a stick, stick, stick and ima blast it homie
Triple six, six, six she got it tatted on her
Wrist so cold put a Patek on her
Ass so fat I gotta grab it homie
Come get your bitch, bitch , bitch flip and pass her homie
Flip and pass her homie , flip and pass her homie
Wrist so cold put a patek on her
Six six six she got it tatted on her
She got it tatted on her
Lip , lip , lip she so dramatic but I
Take a sip, sip, sip I got a habit on me
Keep a stick, stick, stick and ima blast it homie
Triple six, six, six she got it tatted on her
Wrist so cold put a Patek on her
Ass so fat I gotta grab it homie
Come get your bitch, bitch , bitch flip and pass her homie
Come get your bitch
Pull up with a stick
We gonna get you hit
Drop a brick like lickity split
I don’t drop the clip because that’s evidence
Official and intelligent
They should call me president smoking on this medicine
I know that girl a demon
She trynna take my soul
They hate me for no reason
Damn that shit getting old
It feel like hell is freezing
Damn that boy getting cold
It feel like I’m still dreaming
Because she just hit my phone
So should I pick it up
Half the time it feel like you don’t really give a fuck
(Yea yea) that’s why I’m giving up
And I’m giving in
The devil smiling again
I think that she think we’re friends
Yeah , six, six, six she got it tatted on her
Lip , lip , lip she so dramatic but I
Take a sip, sip, sip I got a habit on me
Keep a stick, stick, stick and ima blast it homie
Triple six, six, six she got it tatted on her
Wrist so cold put a Patek on her
Ass so fat I gotta grab it homie
Come get your bitch, bitch , bitch flip and pass her homie
Lightning up the gas because I’m hella pissed
Piss inside the cup and I won’t pass the shit
I keep a Mac and then a drum no I never miss
I’m sipping on this dirty call it activist
I shook his hand sold my soul let the devil in
Now she blowing up my phone like here we go again
Smoke inside my chest and then I puff again
You stole my heart and ran I’m alone again
I hate the fact I love you
I don’t know why the hell I trust you
Maybe I was wrong maybe is it not true
I got a better bitch now so it’s fuck you
Yeah , six, six, six she got it tatted on her
Lip , lip , lip she so dramatic but I
Take a sip, sip, sip I got a habit on me
Keep a stick, stick, stick and ima blast it homie
Triple six, six, six she got it tatted on her
Wrist so cold put a Patek on her
Ass so fat I gotta grab it homie
Come get your bitch, bitch , bitch flip and pass her homie
Flip and pass her homie , flip and pass her homie
Wrist so cold put a patek on her
Six six six she got it tatted on her
She got it tatted on her