Six Feet Under Lyrics - 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 pussy got a fan base 

A couple niggas with a suit case 

Suit and tie niggas who play role play 

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 trying 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 rather die in lusting 

She rather die in the club, till she 

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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 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 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 

She don't give a fuck 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 

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She lick it up just like a candy 

She wanna make them leave their family 

She trying 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 rather die in lusting 

She rather die in the club, till 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 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 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 

So she don't waste her time, oooh 

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 fuck around, gonna turn that ass around