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The Weeknd - Six Feet Under (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Vocals
Future
Future
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin McKinney
Martin McKinney
Songwriter
Ahmad Balshe
Ahmad Balshe
Songwriter
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Ben Diehl
Ben Diehl
Songwriter
Henry Russell Walter
Henry Russell Walter
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Abel Tesfaye
Abel Tesfaye
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Ben Billions
Ben Billions
Producer
Josh Smith
Josh Smith
Recording Engineer
Martin McKinney
Martin McKinney
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Mixing Engineer
Jeff Jackson
Jeff Jackson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Robin Florent
Robin Florent
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Cirkut
Cirkut
Producer
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Producer

Lyrics

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 and tie niggas who play roleplay When it comes to money she play no games She lick it up just like a candy She wanna make them leave their family She tryna live a life so 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, 'til she- Six feet under she gon' get that fucking paper Six feet under she gon' get that fucking paper Six feet under she gon' get that fucking paper You know how she get down, pop it for a check now Six feet under, six, six feet under (that fuckin' paper) Six feet under, six, six feet under (that fuckin' paper) Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around She don't depend on anybody Know just what to do with her own body Counting all that money like a hobby (no,no) She don't give a fuck about nobody And she got her whole crew poppin' (no,no) And she bend it over like she got no backbone Got a couple niggas blinging up a trap phone She don't need nobody waiting back home, she got it She lick it up just like a candy She wanna make them leave their family She tryna to live a life so 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, 'til she- Six feet under she gon' get that fucking paper Six feet under she gon' get that fucking paper Six feet under she gon' get that fucking paper You know how she get down, pop it for a check now Six feet under, six, six feet under (that fuckin' paper) Six feet under, six, six feet under (that fuckin' paper) Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around Gonna turn that ass around Oh murder, oh murder Gonna turn that ass around Oh murder, oh murder Real love's hard to find So she don't waste her time (she don't waste her time) So she don't waste her time, oh You ain't gon' catch her crying (you ain't gon' catch her crying) She ain't gon' lose her mind (oh) 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 fuck around, gonna turn that ass around
Writer(s): Jason Matthew Quenneville, Benjamin Diehl, Leland Tyler Wayne, Martin Mckinney, Henry Russell Walter, Abel Tesfaye, Ahmad Balshe, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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