6 FLAGS – JusLo
Genre Pop

LYRIC
6 FLAGS

Chorus:
Told her hop on the dick baby sit back, [Sit
She gone ride on that shit like it’s six flags, [she gone’ ride ride
All you niggas that rap do that big cap, [Big
All my niggas we really done did dat’ [We did it yeah
Put that shit on God, You can catch hands
Leave a nigga leaking where the bitch stands
Different time zones every weekend
Big rocks, big stones we can’t be friends no
[No way]

Verse 1:
I keep a
Rack on my waist when I’m walking through TSA, [yeah I do
Louie V duffle, Loaded with trouble
Probably enough to catch me a case, yeah, [yeah
How could I stop when these niggas behind me is on the chase, yeah
How could I stop when I got what my momma made last year in my face, [Let’s go
I view the past year as a waste
So imma’ double up first month no problem
Straight from the Cape, from the bottom, [From the bottom
Told my niggas stay down, don’t worry I got em’
Bruce Wayne tint, on the whip like Gotham
Ice on my wrist help a nigga stay solid
Life is a bitch and that bitch keep on callin’
Gotta’ get her off me

Chorus:
Told her hop on the dick baby sit back, [Sit
She gone ride on that shit like it’s six flags, [she gone’ ride ride
All you niggas that rap do that big cap, [Big
All my niggas we really done did dat’ [We did it yeah
Put that shit on God, You can catch hands
Leave a nigga leaking where the bitch stands
Different time zones every weekend
Big rocks, big stones we can’t be friends no
[No way]

Verse: 2
I seen it all, [Seen it all
It turned me to a dog ain’t no way to pretend, [No no
I stay on go with the gang till the end
If I’m locked in feds’ ain’t shit get said, [Not shit
But fuck it, I’d dive in the deep end, [I’d dive
Niggas try to ride the wave get sea sick, [Let’s ride
2 Chainz’ but I’m on my Mr. T shit
Bet I got your main given brain no thesis
Boy I’m the big boss I don’t take loss, I just reset
Free smoke, it ain’t really nothing it can be sent
G6 take a little trip to Ibiza
Balenciaga buckle every step get my feet wet
I’m in E11even’ throwing dead’s like a heat check
Name ringing bells like it’s recess
Double C tee you never know what you gone’ see next
Shawty hit the deck until a nigga bring the beat back

Chorus:
Told her hop on the dick baby sit back, [Sit
She gone ride on that shit like it’s six flags, [she gone’ ride ride
All you niggas that rap do that big cap, [Big
All my niggas we really done did dat’ [We did it yeah
Put that shit on God, You can catch hands
Leave a nigga leaking where the bitch stands
Different time zones every weekend
Big rocks, big stones we can’t be friends no
[No way]

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