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Lonely
by 6ixty
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Oh, 6ixty
Oh, oh
Grahh
Nah, nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
I had to run it up, I started feeling lonely
That money what I'm married to I'm trying to get that trophy
Like free my niggas out that cell like free my fucking crodies
Yeah I'mma go and get it
Bitch I know that that's for surely
Paper chasing in these streets
I had to run it up
I get that pack and flip it get that money
That's a double up
Young 6ixty never lack
Always taught to, pistol pack
And If he run up, that's his ass, we feed him face shots through the glass
I had to run it up, I started feeling lonely
That money what I'm married to I'm trying to get that trophy
Like free my niggas out that cell like free my fucking crodies
Yeah I'mma go and get it
Bitch I know that that's for surely
Paper chasing by the week
I had to run it up
I get that pack and flip it get that money
That's a double up
Young 6ixty never lack
Always taught to, pistol pack
And If he run up, that's his ass, we feed him face shots through the glass
I got like 30 around my waist if I shoot that bitch then it's cash
No you better not come this way if you want your life for to last
Smoking that dead nigga talking down on bro name yeah he gas
Like why these niggas acting funny go and chase yourself a sack
Yeah my heart got too cold that's why I kick it by my dolly
I'm focused on the riches bitch I want myself a rollie
Like remember back them days we was hopping out them stolies
I told you I'm gonna get it
Bitch I know that that's for surely
From sunlight to moonlight we trapping to the pack gone
Behind my brothers bitch I'm gunning ain't no right or wrong
And if I'm feeling pain I roll a three five go and make a song
I'm like a QB in this bitch I told my bronem go headlong
Like bitch, it's always fuck the law, like why these bitches do a lot
I'm just gon fuck her pass her on to the bros cuz this bitch a thot
Off the drank these bitches bops
Man all these niggas talk to cops
That's why I kick it by my dolly
Friends, no I don't got a lot
Yeah, I don't got a lot
But I don't ever complain
I seen a lot of niggas change but I never change
I heard you been talking to them nigga changing lanes
I heard you ain't same nigga change lanes
Yeah go on
I'll be wait wait yeah
Don't leave your gun around my way
It's okay the pressure ain't for you
Dangerous little niggas hunting for you
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride by my lonely
I'ma die by my lonely
Never scared by my lonely
I keep a gun when I'm lonely
Fuck crashing pills when I'm lonely
I beat my dick when I'm lonely
I get crazy when I'm lonely
I had to run it up, I started feeling lonely
That money what I'm married to I'm trying to get that trophy
Like free my niggas out that cell like free my fucking crodies
Yeah I'mma go and get it
Bitch I know that that's for surely
Paper chasing by the week
I had to run it up
I get that pack and flip it get that money
That's a double up
Young 6ixty never lack
Always taught to, pistol pack
And If he run up, that's his ass, we feed him face shots through the glass
Oh, 6ixty
Oh, oh
Grahh
Nah, nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
I had to run it up, I started feeling lonely
That money what I'm married to I'm trying to get that trophy
Like free my niggas out that cell like free my fucking crodies
Yeah I'mma go and get it
Bitch I know that that's for surely
Paper chasing in these streets
I had to run it up
I get that pack and flip it get that money
That's a double up
Young 6ixty never lack
Always taught to, pistol pack
And If he run up, that's his ass, we feed him face shots through the glass
I had to run it up, I started feeling lonely
That money what I'm married to I'm trying to get that trophy
Like free my niggas out that cell like free my fucking crodies
Yeah I'mma go and get it
Bitch I know that that's for surely
Paper chasing by the week
I had to run it up
I get that pack and flip it get that money
That's a double up
Young 6ixty never lack
Always taught to, pistol pack
And If he run up, that's his ass, we feed him face shots through the glass
I got like 30 around my waist if I shoot that bitch then it's cash
No you better not come this way if you want your life for to last
Smoking that dead nigga talking down on bro name yeah he gas
Like why these niggas acting funny go and chase yourself a sack
Yeah my heart got too cold that's why I kick it by my dolly
I'm focused on the riches bitch I want myself a rollie
Like remember back them days we was hopping out them stolies
I told you I'm gonna get it
Bitch I know that that's for surely
From sunlight to moonlight we trapping to the pack gone
Behind my brothers bitch I'm gunning ain't no right or wrong
And if I'm feeling pain I roll a three five go and make a song
I'm like a QB in this bitch I told my bronem go headlong
Like bitch, it's always fuck the law, like why these bitches do a lot
I'm just gon fuck her pass her on to the bros cuz this bitch a thot
Off the drank these bitches bops
Man all these niggas talk to cops
That's why I kick it by my dolly
Friends, no I don't got a lot
Yeah, I don't got a lot
But I don't ever complain
I seen a lot of niggas change but I never change
I heard you been talking to them nigga changing lanes
I heard you ain't same nigga change lanes
Yeah go on
I'll be wait wait yeah
Don't leave your gun around my way
It's okay the pressure ain't for you
Dangerous little niggas hunting for you
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride by my lonely
I'ma die by my lonely
Never scared by my lonely
I keep a gun when I'm lonely
Fuck crashing pills when I'm lonely
I beat my dick when I'm lonely
I get crazy when I'm lonely
I had to run it up, I started feeling lonely
That money what I'm married to I'm trying to get that trophy
Like free my niggas out that cell like free my fucking crodies
Yeah I'mma go and get it
Bitch I know that that's for surely
Paper chasing by the week
I had to run it up
I get that pack and flip it get that money
That's a double up
Young 6ixty never lack
Always taught to, pistol pack
And If he run up, that's his ass, we feed him face shots through the glass