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die sixoceans (Ft. ohsxnta)
"die" by sixoceans (ft. ohsxnta) is a #HipHop track released in 2023. The song explores themes of existentialism, emotional struggles, and the search for identity. Its unique blend of atmospheric beats and introspective lyrics creates a haunting vibe. The collaboration highlights the artists' personal battles, resonating with listeners seeking authenticity.
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[Intro]
(Fuck is you talkin' bout?)
[Chorus: ohsxnta]
Up the glick, put him in the sky
I'm getting money why would I lie?
These niggas know I'm keeping that fie
Talking on smoke, you gon' die
He try to be me, he tried
Smoking on gas nigga with the guys
Whatever I like nigga I'ma buy
I hit that hoe once, then she cried
[Verse 1: ohsxnta]
I'ma jerk to these hoes no Jamaica
I'm sitting back, counting all this pape'
You wanna come back, you too late
She wanna come and kick it all day
Tex-Tex-Texting your bitch back, like, "Hey"
I'm getting money like everyday
Badass hoe, can't be my bae
The feds pull up, I can't stay
Rolling the cookies on the ash tray
I'm not living life the right way
Badass hoe give me good face
Remember I hit her up on MySpace
You takin bad drugs, them laced
Got a mask on so I don't catch a case
Ho-Ho-Hop on the beat I'm knowing what to say
I'm getting the chips like Frito-Lay
(Fuck is you talkin' bout?)
[Chorus: ohsxnta]
Up the glick, put him in the sky
I'm getting money why would I lie?
These niggas know I'm keeping that fie
Talking on smoke, you gon' die
He try to be me, he tried
Smoking on gas nigga with the guys
Whatever I like nigga I'ma buy
I hit that hoe once, then she cried
[Verse 1: ohsxnta]
I'ma jerk to these hoes no Jamaica
I'm sitting back, counting all this pape'
You wanna come back, you too late
She wanna come and kick it all day
Tex-Tex-Texting your bitch back, like, "Hey"
I'm getting money like everyday
Badass hoe, can't be my bae
The feds pull up, I can't stay
Rolling the cookies on the ash tray
I'm not living life the right way
Badass hoe give me good face
Remember I hit her up on MySpace
You takin bad drugs, them laced
Got a mask on so I don't catch a case
Ho-Ho-Hop on the beat I'm knowing what to say
I'm getting the chips like Frito-Lay
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