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letra de if xxxtentacion & juice wrld were on burn the hoods - hits on slatt

[intro: ski mask the slump god]
yeah, yuh
b-tch
kio, kio
uh, uh

[verse 1: ski mask the slump god]
if you f-ck with me, he pushin’ petals
somewhere in a meadow, six feet under is his new level
i am considered a rebel ’cause i never settle
ah, pshht, ’cause i’m hot like a kettle
your b-tch is a rental, i had to pay incidentals
and they act funny, jay leno
twisted my metal, now they actin’ shaky like treble
these n-ggas food like kibble (um)

[chorus: ski mask the slump god & juice wrld]
it’s up like ice in a cup (yeah-yеah, yeah, woo-ah)
said, “f-ck, my president, donald trump” (yеah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah) (okay, okay okay okay huh, yeah, huh)
life alert, i’m stuck off the perc’ (f-ck all these other goofy ass n-ggas, man), i can’t get up (yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah) (f-ck all these f-ck n-ggas, ain’t trippin’ off no regular old b-tch)
i call them underwear ’cause they can’t seem to get off my nuts (get, get, get, get) (uh-uh, no limit gang, huh)

[verse 2: juice wrld]
uh, p-ssy wet, huh, just like a slip n’ slide
she gon’ let me f-ck, huh, yeah, i get inside
chopper heat seeker, run, but you can’t hide
police on my ass, buckle up, let’s go for a ride, ayy
codeine with the percs, take too many, feel like i’ma die, ayy
i can’t go out like that, ain’t tryna make my mama cry, ayy
chopper with a thirty in that, i pull up on him, leave him traumatized, ayy
i can change anything, got them obama eyes, ayy
um, every day i’m on go mode with a four-oh up in my pants
slump off of the percs and the codeine, no more can i ever do xans
um, i take drugs when i’m copin’, uh
mama told me it turned to a dope fiend, uh
n-ggas in jail droppin’ the soap like what?
i heard that that was your homie, yeah
i got lean-
[verse 3: ski mask the slump god]
america sucks, u.s.a. to me mean us and don’t touch (uh-huh)
like big time rush, we four deep in the jeep seats made out of crocodile nuts
in god we trust, starsky, hutch (hutch)
seein’ police, then a n-gga gotta duck (duck)
said, “i’m skatin’ on thin ice with no puck” (yeah, yeah)
ain’t that funny? ’cause a n-gga don’t give no f-cks (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
okay, this ain’t even verse two
but they still tryna figure me out, scooby doo, uh-huh
but i’m a mystery, i left a blue’s clue, uh-huh
she kissin’ on me like i got a boo boo, uh-huh (boo boo)
with a thick b-tch at a picnic (haha)
i ain’t pack no food, just a bottle of the goop (bottle goop)
my weed has the stench of platypus p–p
or better yet, captain sparrow black boots (ew)
know your n-gga got a sweet tooth, augustus gloop
givin’ his b-tch wood, no groot, uh-huh (ayy, ayy)
inspector gadget-style trench coat with the burberry print on the rope, ah, ah (with the burberry print)
ratatouille how i’m cookin’ with the sauce, they want
hit the motherf-cker with the rope-a-dope (hit the motherf-cker with the rope-a-dope)
my wrist on ice-atope (wrist on ice-atope)
i need a minute, let me light my pope (um)

[chorus: ski mask the slump god]
it’s up like ice in a cup (yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah)
said, “f-ck, my president, donald trump” (yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah)
life alert, i’m stuck off the perc’, i can’t get up (yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah)
i call them underwear ’cause they can’t seem to get off my nuts
[verse 4: xxxtentacion]
hit it from the back
look back at me, i like that
she so naughty for that sack
i got sauce and she like that
wanna l!ck it off me, little old me
hit your spot then slit my t
n-ggas bitin’, tyson lee
velcro pockets, super flea
radar watch, it can’t be seized
swag disease, too much sauce inside my jeans
his and her’s designer tees
your flow’s old, update it please

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