6ix9ine Keke Lyrics

KEKE by 6ix9ine

[Intro: 6IX9INE] Scum Gang!

[Chorus 1: 6IX9INE] I'll be on the block on the regular With my niggas busting at the cops, on the regular Bitches sucking dick, giving top, on the regular Catch me water whipping straight drop, on the regular Yeah you know I run up with the shit on the regular Bare faced, I'ma hit a lick, on the regular Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular Yeah I'm 6ix9ine with the nine, on the regular

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[Chorus 2: Fetty Wap] Nigga we be busting at the opps, on the regular Nigga we be ducking from the cops, on the regular Bitches sucking dick and giving top on the regular Shit that's on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain't regular Nigga if it's coming from my spot it ain't regular Someone's will is on a different side, it ain't regular You can take the money when you die, it ain't regular Niggas with me really ready to die on the regular

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[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] I fuck it up, I fuck it up, mm yeah Schmegular, that's regular, mm yeah I hit it on the tour bus, ooh yeah If I'm a player, you a slut, ooh yeah I told my .38 "I love you" That's my baby, when I pull up she pull up too See the, Hermes on the buckle, and a Lotta bag in the duffle, yeah Leave 'em wetter, let it rain, nigga Put the thirty to your motherfuckin' brain nigga, ah I'm runnin' around with the same niggas Same niggas that'll take a nigga chain, nigga Huh?

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