66.6% by La Mique Lyrics
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Aight
Part time Citizen
Menace to my city
Getting pissed off and yet again
I'm still not feeling this
The real problem is
That I got a bunch of dweebs for some fucking friends
I dare you try to pop
Bitch it's 6 hundred 66 of soldiers on the block
And we ready willing and able
We launching out them missiles
And you couldn't stop us
Even if you brought a god with you
You can give a shot and come see us
I got non believers
Running with a nigga like they wide receivers
Night creepers
Creeping through the dark Like they Mickael Pietrus
Circle tight, for squares to come between us
Like some slice of pizzas
They like "Yo lah Whassup with the 6?"
I'm like 🙄 nothing much but Whassup with your bitch? 😒
She on your phone talking bout how she love and shit
But in my inbox she talking bout sucking my dick
I heard they switching sides now
6 up. That's a fucking 9 up-side down
Like I don't fuck with Jesus nigga
Only fuck with heathens nigga
I got me some Evil's and Knievel's
And some demons nigga
From ring pops to popping ollies on the cement
Then to finger popping bitches in their secrets
Now we popping xannies on a regular
Then we crash nebula
We popping that beretta
And anyone coming next to her
We triple that 6 and that's your mind blown
And you don't gotta listen. I'm in my zone
And still got a bunch of niggas that was always true to the circle so the wave looking like a fucking cyclone
Rush inside of your crib like a hurricane
Boy we taking everything
Your Grand mother necklace and your mother fucking wedding rings
We Sick and tired of the 9 to 5
Like you met a slave
So Fuck a job
Might just rob God for some better days
66% close to letting all my rage
Come on up from out the cage, aight I'm done
Check
Aight
Part time Citizen
Menace to my city
Getting pissed off and yet again
I'm still not feeling this
The real problem is
That I got a bunch of dweebs for some fucking friends
I dare you try to pop
Bitch it's 6 hundred 66 of soldiers on the block
And we ready willing and able
We launching out them missiles
And you couldn't stop us
Even if you brought a god with you
You can give a shot and come see us
I got non believers
Running with a nigga like they wide receivers
Night creepers
Creeping through the dark Like they Mickael Pietrus
Circle tight, for squares to come between us
Like some slice of pizzas
They like "Yo lah Whassup with the 6?"
I'm like 🙄 nothing much but Whassup with your bitch? 😒
She on your phone talking bout how she love and shit
But in my inbox she talking bout sucking my dick
I heard they switching sides now
6 up. That's a fucking 9 up-side down
Like I don't fuck with Jesus nigga
Only fuck with heathens nigga
I got me some Evil's and Knievel's
And some demons nigga
From ring pops to popping ollies on the cement
Then to finger popping bitches in their secrets
Now we popping xannies on a regular
Then we crash nebula
We popping that beretta
And anyone coming next to her
We triple that 6 and that's your mind blown
And you don't gotta listen. I'm in my zone
And still got a bunch of niggas that was always true to the circle so the wave looking like a fucking cyclone
Rush inside of your crib like a hurricane
Boy we taking everything
Your Grand mother necklace and your mother fucking wedding rings
We Sick and tired of the 9 to 5
Like you met a slave
So Fuck a job
Might just rob God for some better days
66% close to letting all my rage
Come on up from out the cage, aight I'm done