Six Feet Under Lyrics

by The Weeknd

The Weeknd Six Feet Under Lyrics

Riff A:
Elec. Gtr, amp gain (slight distortion) on clean channel, w/ reverb
Ask around about her, she don't get emotional
Kill off all her feelings, that's why she ain't approachable
She know her pussy got a fanbase. A couple niggas with a suitcase
Suit & tie niggas who play roleplay, when it comes to money
N.C.
she play no games
Pre-horus
She lick it up just like a candy, she wanna make them leave their family
She tryn'a live a life so fancy, she wanna pull up in a Bentley
|| Riff A (once) =============================================================
She ain't got time for lovin', Louis Vuitton her husband
She'd rather die in lusting, she'd rather die in the club 'til she
horus
Six feet under she gon' get that f**king paper
Six feet under she gon' get that f**king paper
Six feet under she gon' get that f**king paper
You know how she get down, pop it for a check now
Six feet under, six, six feet under (That f**kin'..)
Six feet under, six, six feet under (That f**king...)
Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper
Not the type to f**k around, gonna turn that ass around
She don't depend on anybody, know just what to do with her own body
Em Bm N.C.
Counting all that money like a hobby, she don't give a f**k about nobody
And she got her whole crew poppin',
And she bend it over like she got no back -
bone, got a couple niggas blinging up a trap phone
She don't need nobody waiting back home, she got it
Pre-horus
She lick it up just like a candy, she wanna make them leave their family
Em Bm N.C.
She tryn'a live a life so fancy, she wanna pull up in a Bentley
|| Riff A (once) =============================================================
She ain't got time for lovin', Louis Vuitton her husband
She'd rather die in lusting, she'd rather die in the club 'til she
horus
Six feet under she gon' get that f**king paper
Six feet under she gon' get that f**king paper
Six feet under she gon' get that f**king paper
You know how she get down, pop it for a check now
Six feet under, six, six feet under (That f**kin'..)
Six feet under, six, six feet under (That f**king...)
Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper
Not the type to f**k around, gonna turn that ass around
Post-horus
Gonna turn that ass around, Oh murder, oh mur-
Em Bm N.C.
-der. Gonna turn that ass around, Oh murder, oh murder
ridge
Real love's hard to find, so she don't waste her
time. So she don't waste her ti - ime, oooh
You ain't gon' catch her crying, she ain't gon' lose her mind
Bm N.C.
She ain't gon' lose her mind, 'til she..
Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper ('Til she)
Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper ('Til she)
Six feet under she gon' kill me for the paper
Not the type to f**k around, gonna turn that ass around

All lyrics are property and copyright of their respective owners. Lyrics provided for educational purposes only.