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Artiste:
Kenzie Cait
Titre:
Six Feet Under
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She calls me cryin' Friday night, I grab my keys I say, "What's wrong?" and, baby, she can't even speak I knew that boy was trouble since I looked him in the eye Babe, I've had the ribbons ready wrapped around the butchers knives Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, when a man does what they always do Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, gotta watch your back for a week or two Pack your bags, bitch Put on your lipstick All black, do it quick Baby, here we go Hop in my whip, so automatic It's you and me, bitch Gotta let him know No idea that his days are numbered I won't stop 'til he's six feet under No idea that his days are numbered I won't stop 'til he's six feet under And now I'm driving, radio says I'm a thrеat Yeah, that's my girl, she looks so good in blue and rеd And if they catch us they can put me on the stand It's always worth it for the downfall of a man Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, when a man does what they always do Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, life sentence looks cute on you Pack your bags, bitch Put on your lipstick All black, do it quick We gotta go Hop in my whip, so automatic It's you and me, bitch Gotta let him know No idea that his days are numbered I won't stop 'til he's six feet under No idea that his days are numbered I won't stop 'til he's six feet under This is a prepaid call from Mackenzie Kwilos An inmate at the county correctional facility *beep* Thank you, your call has been accepted I did it I can't help, I'm just a girl Get what I want, my hair in curls I can't help, I'm just a girl I didn't do it, I didn't do it Oh God, I did it I think I did it Pack your bags, bitch Put on your lipstick All black, do it quick Baby, here we go Hop in my whip, so automatic It's you and me, bitch Gotta let him know No idea that his days are numbered I won't stop 'til he's six feet under No idea that his days are numbered I won't stop 'til he's six feet under