6 Mile Show Lyrics by Babyface Ray, Icewear Vezzo is the latest English song from the album “FACE”. 6 Mile Show lyrics were written by Southside, ATL Jacob, Icewear Vezzo & Babyface Ray while the song is produced by Southside & ATL Jacob.
6 Mile Show Song Details:
| Song | 6 Mile Show |
| Album | FACE |
| Singer | Babyface Ray |
| Featuring | Icewear Vezzo |
| Produce by | Southside & ATL Jacob |
| Lyricist | Southside, ATL Jacob, Icewear Vezzo & Babyface Ray |
6 Mile Show Lyrics
Southside on the track, yeah
Big business
One blue hundred, she’ll dance for me
She know I got a check, keep harassin’ me
It’s a mess on my neck, keep starin’ at me
“Face, what it hit for?” They keep askin’ me
Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbin’ me
Man, the money counter still ain’t fast as me
Gettin’ money right now, ain’t no time to beef
Forty-eight hours, I ain’t had no sleep (Yeah)
Ho, you a fool
Thinkin’ I’d kick my cup for a bitch, put her over my juice
Glock 19, I ain’t playin’ with niggas
I’ll up that bitch, put bro on the news
Shit changed me, all this goddamn ice
I gotta fuck first night, can’t go for the fool
Basically, I ain’t with the waitin’ patiently
Only here for a day, let’s go to the room
One blue hundred, she’ll dance for me
She know I got a check, keep harassin’ me
It’s a mess on my neck, keep starin’ at me
“Face, what it hit for?” They keep askin’ me
Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbin’ me
Man, the money counter still ain’t fast as me
Gettin’ money right now, ain’t no time to beef
Forty-eight hours, I ain’t had no sleep
Yeah, you ain’t gettin’ money, you dead to me
Got a bad lil’ bitch, pop Xans with me
Glock 19, quit playin’ with me
Throw the head for free, I ain’t payin’ a freak
Bustdown Patek
Rich-ass Crip, I’ll change your life, got bands for weeks
Fuck is you sayin’? Bitch don’t jam
Big chop so big like a van, a Jeep
One blue hundred, she’ll dance for me
She know I got a check, keep harassin’ me
It’s a mess on my neck, keep starin’ at me
“Face, what it hit for?” They keep askin’ me
Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbin’ me
Man, the money counter still ain’t fast as me
Gettin’ money right now, ain’t no time to beef
Forty-eight hours, I ain’t had no sleep
Ain’t no lovin’ a slut
Shorty in love with the dick
Double up, I’m in love with my cup
I’m in love with them bands
Lil’ bitch, stick to the script
Cop ice, spend a hundred or plus
I’m in love with that fin
Deep dish, stuffin’ the bands
New ‘Vette, yeah, the trunk in the front
One blue hundred, she’ll dance for me
She know I got a check, keep harassin’ me
It’s a mess on my neck, keep starin’ at me
“Face, what it hit for?” They keep askin’ me
Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbin’ me
Man, the money counter still ain’t fast as me
Gettin’ money right now, ain’t no time to beef (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Yeah, I can’t waste no mud (Never), or waste no time
Freaky bitch, you ain’t no dime
Head ain’t good, that’s a waste of mine
Spent three thousand on my soda
We sip pints, this ain’t no line
I like all my jewelry bright
Dior shades, I can’t go blind
Yeah, Rollie on my wrist (Bustdown), I mean this a Mueller
VVSs, this bitch stupid
Them SIs, should kill your jeweler
Ice her wrist out if she bad
Seen his water, now she choosin’
Spent ten thousand up in Louis
Gave five thousand to my shooter
Ayy, I gotta beg her to leave me
Believe me, I’m havin’ a check if she need it (Believe me)
Closet, it change with the season (Yeah)
Got somethin’ ridin’ with the reaper, yeah (Yeah)
Trust me, it get deeper
Money, it’s turnin’ her on, she leakin’ (Yeah)
My new piece like broke glass
Nigga play fraud, get no pass (Bitch)
FN, shoot it with both hands
Toss it in the S, it go fast
How you in your bag with no bag? (Huh?)
We don’t do it for fame, want more cash
Shooters behind the tint
Catch him at the light, fuck around, make bro crash (No cap)
Shorty was on my dick
So I fucked her in the suite, then left, now the ho mad (Go)
Bankroll, sip a lot of drank
I ain’t trippin’ ’bout nothin’, nigga (Bankroll, sip a lot of drank)
These niggas playin’ snake games, so I gotta keep the cutter with me (These niggas playin’ with snakes)
Paranoid
Brick of ‘caine, brick of boy (Yeah)
Scoop a package up in Illinois (Yeah)
Some shit, you just can’t avoid (Uh)
41, paid forty for it
Yeah, I can’t waste no mud (Never), or waste no time
Freaky bitch, you ain’t no dime
Head ain’t good, that’s a waste of mine
Spent three thousand on my soda
We sip pints, this ain’t no line
I like all my jewelry bright
Dior shades, I can’t go blind
Yeah, Rollie on my wrist (Bustdown), I mean this a Mueller
VVSs, this bitch stupid
Them SIs, should kill your jeweler
Ice her wrist out if she bad
Seen his water, now she choosin’
Spent ten thousand up in Louis
Gave five thousand to my shooter