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Still Down (feat. 6miledee) Video (MV)




Performed By: Wrahb
Language: English
Length: 4:29
Written by: Robert Jackson




Wrahb - Still Down (feat. 6miledee) Lyrics
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I don't need nobody
F*ck a friend, I want the bands
I dont think they Understand
They want the fans
Money over everythang
Except the fam
And I'm riding high
Hope I Never land
But I'm still down
Yeah, I'm still down
I need a lil' salsa and some cheese for the chips
Smooth talker, talk a freak in the whip
Moonwalking, pourin up taking sips
I'm thru talking, I'ma show em how to flip
I need whole lotta chips, a whole lotta chicks
I need my old bottom bitch, cause my new one ain't shit
I keep the pole on my hip, never fold on the click
A nigga open his lips, We Knock a hole out his hip
Only goals, dying rich
Go for broke, die or Miss
On the low, I been pissed, Niggas Know not to trip
Send Calicos through his whip
Bitch it's no kind of lip
I gotta go, I gotta dip
It's on the floor, no time to sit
I had to show em how to lift
Got my weight up
Vanilla chocolate
Got my cake up
Trey Pound eat a nigga
I could get u sprayed up
Finish with my dinner, Then Put the Trey up
I don't need nobody
F*ck a friend, I want the bands
I dont think they Understand, They want the fans
Money over everythang, Except the fam
And I'm riding high, Hope I Never land
But I'm still down, yeah, I'm still down
I'm talkin too much heat
Choppa' on the seat
Hard to be discreet with thousand dollars on ya feet
Hard to go unnoticed when ya pockets o.d. bulging
Hate to go in public cause I cause too much commotion
Come get yo bitch she o.d. Close
I hit the mall more than most
Can't guard me I'm A.D. in the post
My wife bad like riri but I won't lose my karruche
Just some trap niggas in P.F. Cheng
Need extra duck sauce for the lo mein
Styled by Balenciaga, Balmain
The way a nigga drip they think I'm moving cocaine
I smell like loose slips, and Mary Jane
Yeah, the loudest of the loudest. Boy you broke that shit so childish
I'on need no friends
Dot my i's no loose ends
Exti's on f&n's, knock you right out that Benz
I don't need nobody
F*ck a friend, I want the bands
I dont think they Understand, They want the fans
Money over everythang, Except the fam
And I'm riding high, Hope I Never land
But I'm still down, yeah, I'm still down
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I don't need nobody
F*ck a friend, I want the bands
I dont think they Understand
They want the fans
Money over everythang
Except the fam
And I'm riding high
Hope I Never land
But I'm still down
Yeah, I'm still down
I need a lil' salsa and some cheese for the chips
Smooth talker, talk a freak in the whip
Moonwalking, pourin up taking sips
I'm thru talking, I'ma show em how to flip
I need whole lotta chips, a whole lotta chicks
I need my old bottom bitch, cause my new one ain't shit
I keep the pole on my hip, never fold on the click
A nigga open his lips, We Knock a hole out his hip
Only goals, dying rich
Go for broke, die or Miss
On the low, I been pissed, Niggas Know not to trip
Send Calicos through his whip
Bitch it's no kind of lip
I gotta go, I gotta dip
It's on the floor, no time to sit
I had to show em how to lift
Got my weight up
Vanilla chocolate
Got my cake up
Trey Pound eat a nigga
I could get u sprayed up
Finish with my dinner, Then Put the Trey up
I don't need nobody
F*ck a friend, I want the bands
I dont think they Understand, They want the fans
Money over everythang, Except the fam
And I'm riding high, Hope I Never land
But I'm still down, yeah, I'm still down
I'm talkin too much heat
Choppa' on the seat
Hard to be discreet with thousand dollars on ya feet
Hard to go unnoticed when ya pockets o.d. bulging
Hate to go in public cause I cause too much commotion
Come get yo bitch she o.d. Close
I hit the mall more than most
Can't guard me I'm A.D. in the post
My wife bad like riri but I won't lose my karruche
Just some trap niggas in P.F. Cheng
Need extra duck sauce for the lo mein
Styled by Balenciaga, Balmain
The way a nigga drip they think I'm moving cocaine
I smell like loose slips, and Mary Jane
Yeah, the loudest of the loudest. Boy you broke that shit so childish
I'on need no friends
Dot my i's no loose ends
Exti's on f&n's, knock you right out that Benz
I don't need nobody
F*ck a friend, I want the bands
I dont think they Understand, They want the fans
Money over everythang, Except the fam
And I'm riding high, Hope I Never land
But I'm still down, yeah, I'm still down
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Writer: Robert Jackson
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