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letra de bloodsport - kirblagoop & ruben slikk

[intro: kirblagoop & ruben slikk]
ooh, ooh
your hoe do rituals for me
your hoe do rituals for slikk
ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, ski
boom, boom, boom
brr, brr, brr, brr, brr
who the, who the, who the, who the, who the, who the f-ck is that?
that’s slikk and kirb

[verse 1: ruben slikk]
i’ma tell you one motherf-ckin thing bout me
slikk, b-tch, i’m iced out wit’ the d-mn gold t–th
chain sw-ng down to my d-ck, b-tches suckin’ me
me i be at the motel, b-tch, count on me
i pay for thirty minutes just to f-ck your b-tch
me, i don’t give a motherf-ck, i’m a pimpin’ b-tch
yes, i’m a pimpin’ ass b-tch, i’m a pimpin’ b-tch
punch you in your mouth if you sayin’ sh-t that like
b-tch, i’m that real ass n-gga, i be sniffin’ white
chillin’ wit’ my n-gga kirblagoop and we got that white
and we get them sh-ts in the mail and we trap all night
stayin’ on the phone, straight juugin’ on my ipad, mane
and i got the iphone, mane, iphone 6 plus up on my d-ck
man, i’m rich as f-ck, i got that sh-t from shippin’ h-lla bricks
put your gloves up, get your alcohol and wipe the fusay work
me, i do not give no f-cks because we is some true players
pimpin’ ass n-gga, wit’ them guns and them automatics
puttin’ them sh-ts under my belt and we bound to blast it
if you f-ck wit’ us, if you try to take what then we attack it
we attackin’ yo house, and we finna k!ll yo papi
we finna k!ll yo momma, and we finna k!ll yo cousin
k!llin’ everybody you know and then we k!ll you buddy
leave you bl–dy on the street, my n-gga like, we gon’ eat yo ass
cannibal corpse my swag when we put you in that bag
drag you to the godd-mn thang-thang
have a good satanonic seance
have a good satanic seance
cut the blood up out that b-tches p-ssy
drink the blood up out the b-tches p-ssy
we mix wit lean then we drink it then we push it
then we f-ck it, then we f-ck the bl–dy p-ssy
run a train on her tied up ass bl–dy p-ssy
[verse 2: kirblagoop]
hunnid b-tches, hunnid b-tches, hunnid thousand b-tches
you know how kirb do it, and they all sell p-ssy for a dip of my riches
what you know about there? west sarasota
north-north county and you know i’m sellin’ boulders
bad b-tches all in line, and they do what i say
f-ck what you be talkin’ ’cause you know i got that weight
every day i move it, every day i boom it
a1, that’s what it is, and all my goons is ruthless
.223’s, ak’s, big old guns
what you talkin’ ’bout, i bet when i pull up all you p-ssies run
talkin’ that, talkin’ that, phew, haha
what you really ’bout though? hahaha
me and slikk show up at yo front door, kidnap yo f-ckin’ grandma
tie that b-tch up, now you in the cemetery cryin’ ’cause you miss her
what you really gon’ do? p-ssy
say you really ’bout that life
well let me show it when i come up through and blow yo ass off wit my .9
big rocks, i got big old rocks
serve them thangs out the motherf-ckin’ hunnid thousand block
i been cookin’ since the age of f-ckin’ twelve
and you know what f-ck, and i ain’t never goin’ back to jail
f-ck 12, f-ck police
ski, ski, ski, ski, check my wrist
all i do is motherf-ckin’ a1 whip
whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip
whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip
woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

- kirblagoop ruben slikk

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