The Weeknd – Six Feet Under Lyrics

Six Feet Under

The Weeknd

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"Six Feet Under." - The Weeknd

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 06:36 am

Album: Starboy

Track No: 10

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 **** with a suitcase
Suit and tie **** who play role play
When it comes to money, she play no games
She lick it up just like a candy
She wanna make 'em leave they family
She tryna live a life so fancy
She wanna pull up in a Bentley
She ain't got time for loving
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 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 fucking paper
Six feet under, six, six feet under
That fucking 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
Knows 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 popping
And she bend it over like she got no backbone
Got a couple **** blinging up her trap phone
She don't need nobody waiting back home
She got it
She lick it up just like a candy
She wanna make 'em leave they family
She tryna live a life so fancy
She wanna pull up in a Bentley
She ain't got time for loving
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 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 fucking paper
Six feet under, six, six feet under
That fucking 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
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
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

Writer(s): The Weeknd, Martin McKinney, Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville, Nayvadius Wilburn, A. Balshe, Ben Diehl, Henry Walter & Leland Wayne.

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