6 Rings Lyrics
| Song | 6 Rings |
| Artist | Twista |
| Album | The Dark Horse (Deluxe Version) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Hook:] | |
| It’s just me against the world and I won’t lose | |
| No I can’t lose, I’m a born winner | |
| These streets made a beast out of me | |
| Six rings on my fingers | |
| I’m a champion | |
| Put your fives and your ones up | |
| 6 rings, I’m a champion | |
| Getting money, put your ones up | |
| 6 rings I’m a champion | |
| Now ball | |
| Ball | |
| [x12] | |
| 6 rings I’m a champion | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| No worries, I been killing it since she was a shorty | |
| Still standing on top of my glory, and this still ain’t the end of my story | |
| Confetti pouring, they be all in the clothes that I’m sporting | |
| 6 rings like Michael Jordan, same team no Robert Horry | |
| Put me on the verbal court with my competitors | |
| Imma be ******* up all of them | |
| Money like Steph Curry, and I dish it out to my team like Chris Paul and them (Griffin!) | |
| So lose and you blame it on fouls and how they don’t be calling them | |
| I put in work, I got rings | |
| You can’t tell me nothing, I know I earned all of them | |
| That winning feeling I want cause if I get the shot I bet I hit the shot | |
| I’m in my glory while pouring champagne on my body like I was Chris Bosh | |
| They won’t admit it, how many times I came back and did it | |
| They have no choice to be killing em when I spit it | |
| Give me a standing ovation when I visit | |
| Final four delivery, hall of fame flow | |
| Right up in Nirvana is where my mother ******* hangs though | |
| But I ain’t finished yet, I’m the exquisite vet | |
| They be like damn Twista they ain’t knocked you off your pivot yet | |
| Nope! | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Who the ************* is you talking to? ************* I got six rings | |
| Swagging, my walk like I’m Jordan | |
| I know when I’m hot, fingers look like Kareem | |
| When I pull that whip up in front of the club I be knowing they seeing it | |
| And whoever dissing this, cause they are fisherman watching the finals and we in it | |
| The league of the streets | |
| Winning the game with a three on the beat | |
| Keeping that thang in the piano seat | |
| One shot at your brain and they flee on their feet | |
| Don’t like you when you be like Michael | |
| They run up thinking I be slipping | |
| Long nose, 357 by my side, call me Scottie Pippen | |
| And I’m on bull*************t, call | |
| about it, Willy said he southpaw | |
| And I murder for the squad like an outlaw | |
| Everything that I say coming out raw | |
| Plenty *************s I know pulling up with a Glock and a key | |
| Acting like they winning the game | |
| Like they pulling up at the top of the key | |
| But I got them accolades, and I spit that fast *************t | |
| You just an absurd sound, third round draft pick | |
| And when I win the game, then right there is your history | |
| Celebrate like we do in Chiraq, we gon tear up the city |
| Hook: | |
| It' s just me against the world and I won' t lose | |
| No I can' t lose, I' m a born winner | |
| These streets made a beast out of me | |
| Six rings on my fingers | |
| I' m a champion | |
| Put your fives and your ones up | |
| 6 rings, I' m a champion | |
| Getting money, put your ones up | |
| 6 rings I' m a champion | |
| Now ball | |
| Ball | |
| x12 | |
| 6 rings I' m a champion | |
| Verse 1: | |
| No worries, I been killing it since she was a shorty | |
| Still standing on top of my glory, and this still ain' t the end of my story | |
| Confetti pouring, they be all in the clothes that I' m sporting | |
| 6 rings like Michael Jordan, same team no Robert Horry | |
| Put me on the verbal court with my competitors | |
| Imma be up all of them | |
| Money like Steph Curry, and I dish it out to my team like Chris Paul and them Griffin! | |
| So lose and you blame it on fouls and how they don' t be calling them | |
| I put in work, I got rings | |
| You can' t tell me nothing, I know I earned all of them | |
| That winning feeling I want cause if I get the shot I bet I hit the shot | |
| I' m in my glory while pouring champagne on my body like I was Chris Bosh | |
| They won' t admit it, how many times I came back and did it | |
| They have no choice to be killing em when I spit it | |
| Give me a standing ovation when I visit | |
| Final four delivery, hall of fame flow | |
| Right up in Nirvana is where my mother hangs though | |
| But I ain' t finished yet, I' m the exquisite vet | |
| They be like damn Twista they ain' t knocked you off your pivot yet | |
| Nope! | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Who the is you talking to? I got six rings | |
| Swagging, my walk like I' m Jordan | |
| I know when I' m hot, fingers look like Kareem | |
| When I pull that whip up in front of the club I be knowing they seeing it | |
| And whoever dissing this, cause they are fisherman watching the finals and we in it | |
| The league of the streets | |
| Winning the game with a three on the beat | |
| Keeping that thang in the piano seat | |
| One shot at your brain and they flee on their feet | |
| Don' t like you when you be like Michael | |
| They run up thinking I be slipping | |
| Long nose, 357 by my side, call me Scottie Pippen | |
| And I' m on bull t, call | |
| about it, Willy said he southpaw | |
| And I murder for the squad like an outlaw | |
| Everything that I say coming out raw | |
| Plenty s I know pulling up with a Glock and a key | |
| Acting like they winning the game | |
| Like they pulling up at the top of the key | |
| But I got them accolades, and I spit that fast t | |
| You just an absurd sound, third round draft pick | |
| And when I win the game, then right there is your history | |
| Celebrate like we do in Chiraq, we gon tear up the city |
| Hook: | |
| It' s just me against the world and I won' t lose | |
| No I can' t lose, I' m a born winner | |
| These streets made a beast out of me | |
| Six rings on my fingers | |
| I' m a champion | |
| Put your fives and your ones up | |
| 6 rings, I' m a champion | |
| Getting money, put your ones up | |
| 6 rings I' m a champion | |
| Now ball | |
| Ball | |
| x12 | |
| 6 rings I' m a champion | |
| Verse 1: | |
| No worries, I been killing it since she was a shorty | |
| Still standing on top of my glory, and this still ain' t the end of my story | |
| Confetti pouring, they be all in the clothes that I' m sporting | |
| 6 rings like Michael Jordan, same team no Robert Horry | |
| Put me on the verbal court with my competitors | |
| Imma be up all of them | |
| Money like Steph Curry, and I dish it out to my team like Chris Paul and them Griffin! | |
| So lose and you blame it on fouls and how they don' t be calling them | |
| I put in work, I got rings | |
| You can' t tell me nothing, I know I earned all of them | |
| That winning feeling I want cause if I get the shot I bet I hit the shot | |
| I' m in my glory while pouring champagne on my body like I was Chris Bosh | |
| They won' t admit it, how many times I came back and did it | |
| They have no choice to be killing em when I spit it | |
| Give me a standing ovation when I visit | |
| Final four delivery, hall of fame flow | |
| Right up in Nirvana is where my mother hangs though | |
| But I ain' t finished yet, I' m the exquisite vet | |
| They be like damn Twista they ain' t knocked you off your pivot yet | |
| Nope! | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Who the is you talking to? I got six rings | |
| Swagging, my walk like I' m Jordan | |
| I know when I' m hot, fingers look like Kareem | |
| When I pull that whip up in front of the club I be knowing they seeing it | |
| And whoever dissing this, cause they are fisherman watching the finals and we in it | |
| The league of the streets | |
| Winning the game with a three on the beat | |
| Keeping that thang in the piano seat | |
| One shot at your brain and they flee on their feet | |
| Don' t like you when you be like Michael | |
| They run up thinking I be slipping | |
| Long nose, 357 by my side, call me Scottie Pippen | |
| And I' m on bull t, call | |
| about it, Willy said he southpaw | |
| And I murder for the squad like an outlaw | |
| Everything that I say coming out raw | |
| Plenty s I know pulling up with a Glock and a key | |
| Acting like they winning the game | |
| Like they pulling up at the top of the key | |
| But I got them accolades, and I spit that fast t | |
| You just an absurd sound, third round draft pick | |
| And when I win the game, then right there is your history | |
| Celebrate like we do in Chiraq, we gon tear up the city |
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