6ix9ine — NADA

Lyrics from Snippet [Verse 1] Bitch, are you dumb? Who you playing with? You know I ain't the one All these bitches playing games, man, I do this shit for fun She talkin' nada like it's drama, bitch, this ain't what you want Tell 'em how you got the bag, you let all them niggas fuck They see me ballin', ballin', yeah lil' 6ix keep talkin', talkin', uh I'm Michael Jackson in these streets, cause I'm moon walkin', walkin', uh She off the Henny, she off the Casamigos, keep pourin' pourin' up He keep callin', callin', tell him you don't got your phone, you lost it, uh I ain't with the he say, she say Can't get caught on three-way She for the streets, freeway (Mama) I don't care what she say (Skrt) I ain't with he say, she say, she say, he say, boy, 6ix9ine said what? You said he said, she said, she said? Man, I still don't give a fuck She got that bubble-bubble double trouble, know that we gone fuck She got the double trouble pussy, humble girl, that big old butt She got that humpty-dumpty, rocky, rumpy might run out of nut She got that sloppy, woppy, hossy, taki, suck me like a slut In the SR-50 swervin', swervin', might just lose control Off the perc-30, Casamigos, know that I'm on go And she swear she [...]