Six Feet Under (Clean)

Six Feet Under (Clean) - The Weeknd

Lyrics by：Abel Tesfaye/Nayvadius Wilburn/Martin Mckinney/Benjamin Diehl/Leland Wayne/Henry Russell Walter/Ahmad Balshe/Jason Quenneville

Composed by：Abel Tesfaye/Nayvadius Wilburn/Martin Mckinney/Benjamin Diehl/Leland Wayne/Henry Russell Walter/Ahmad Balshe/Jason Quenneville

Produced by：Doc McKinney/Henry Russell Walter/Metro Boomin/Ben Billions/The Weeknd

Ask around about her

She don't get emotional

Kill off all her feelings

That's why she ain't approachable

She know her P***y got a fan base

A couple n***as with a suit case

Suit and tie n***as who play role play

When it comes to money she play no games

She lick it up just like a candy candy

She wanna make them leave their family family

She trying to live a life so fancy fancy

She wanna pull up in a Bentley

She ain't got time for lovin'

Louis Vuitton her husband

She'd rather die in lusting

She'd rather die in the club till she

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 her for a check now

Six feet under six

Six feet under

Six feet under six

Six feet under

Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper

Not the type to f**k around gonna turn that a*s around

She don't depend on anybody

Know just what to do with her own body

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 n***as blinging up a trap phone

She don't need nobody waiting back home she got it

She lick it up just like a candy candy

She wanna make them leave their family family

She trying to live a life so fancy fancy

She wanna pull up in a Bentley

She ain't got time for lovin'

Louis Vuitton her husband

She rather die in lusting

She rather die in the club till she

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 her for a check now

Six feet under six

Six feet under

Six feet under six

Six feet under

Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper

Not the type to f**k around gonna turn that a*s around

Gonna turn that a*s around

Oh murder oh murder

Gonna turn that a*s around

Oh murder oh murder

Real love's hard to find

So she don't waste her time

So she don't waste her time oh

You ain't gon' catch her crying

She ain't gon' lose her mind

She ain't gon' lose her mind

Till she

Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper till she

Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper till she

Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper

Not the type to f**k around gonna turn that a*s around