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Six
784
De gira
Hip-Hop/Rap
Six fue lanzado el 29 de mayo de 2026 por Pouya / EMPIRE como parte del álbum Foreverglades
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Fecha de lanzamiento29 de mayo de 2026
Sello discográficoPouya / EMPIRE
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM72

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Pouya
Pouya
Intérprete
Dead Hippy
Dead Hippy
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Kevin Pouya
Kevin Pouya
Composición
Dead Hippy
Dead Hippy
Composición
Alexis Rene Martin
Alexis Rene Martin
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Rocci
Rocci
Producción
Casey Mattson
Casey Mattson
Producción
Alexis Rene Martin
Alexis Rene Martin
Ingeniería de mezcla, Masterización
Deven Morales
Deven Morales
Ingeniería de mezcla, Masterización

Letra

[Intro]
Still waiting on that heifer, Julio
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, and fuck you, I'm out
[Chorus]
Choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke
Dry eyes, tight mouth, dry eyes, tight—
Choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke
Dry eyes, tight mouth, dry eyes, tight—
Choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke
Dry eyes, tight mouth, dry eyes, tight—
Choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke
Dry eyes, tight mouth, dry eyes, tight—
[Verse 1]
Yeah, three, two, I'm the one, .223, you bitches done
Creep the streets, look like a bum, stackin' my money and duckin' the sun
Fuck what you heard about me, I'm swervin' through Miami, Dade County
You would've thought there was a bounty on me, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
All But 6 the clique, and don't you mention the 6 unless you speak my name
Pull out that pistol, point it at my brain
Turn me into a memory, a stain, have nothin' remain
You suckin' dick to be famous
I'm duckin' and dodgin' from cameras and lights and bitches like it was my language, Baby Bone
[Chorus]
Choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke
Dry eyes, tight mouth, dry eyes, tight— (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke, choky-choke
Dry eyes, tight mouth, dry eyes, tight— (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, Baby Bone)
What I'm talkin' 'bout, ****
Know what I'm sayin'
Want every motherfucker to move it, ****, yeah
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, I wasn't no rocky jit, but I ain't make it yet
I hope that I don't lose my mind if I make a check
They ask me what's wrong like all the time, I can't tell you, man
This ghost keep flying around my crib, it's like he paid for that
Yeah, yeah, I don't wanna lose my soul, the moon keep stalking me
A blunt rest up on my fireplace where Christmas stockings be
The antiques of a haunted man are washed up on a beach
Some dumb-ass **** gon' pick it up, start frothing off his teeth (What's that, ****?)
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I can't even lie, weighing mind a war too
Yeah, yeah, yeah
From the sun to the moon, the sky lit, here, go on, tell the truth
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I can't even lie, weighing mind a war too
Yeah, yeah, yeah
From the sun to the moon, the sky lit, here, go on, tell the truth
Written by: Alexis Martin, Dead Hippy, Kevin Pouya
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