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letra de 666 shit - ruben slikk

[intro: dj paul]
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you
this for all you playa hataz who be talkin’ that sh-t
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you
this for all you playa hataz who be talkin’ that sh-t (man, drop that sh-t for these f-ck n-ggas)

[chorus: ruben slikk]
drone cops stalkin’ on me while i’m at my peace
phone talk stoppin’ on me ’til i find my pace
light twist, frozen wrist, slushy by my face
i’m sippin’ smack, flippin’ packs, on my grind, my nig
drone cops stalkin’ on me while i’m at my peace
phone talk stoppin’ on me ’til i find my pace
light twist, frozen wrist, slushy by my face
i’m sippin’ smack, flippin’ packs, on my grind, my nig

[verse 1: ruben slikk]
hologram shawty wit’ the false face
straight drop, titty suck shawty
bust nuts, serve it up the prostate
we don’t know who we f-ckin’, hardly
whip it in the sprite, no offstate
chicken [?] wit’ the honey [?]
f-cks wit’ the finger l!ckin’ f-ck sh-t
sippin’ moon, whip wit’ a harley
purp wit’ the green like charolette
just hit a stain for the pies
hotel room just me and three b-tches
and a duffle bag full of narcotics
f-ck around and make enough deposits
you ain’t livin’ like this, suckas salty
while me and my other b-tch rape you from the back
watch you poke a [?] while i’m squattin’
f-ck n-ggas jelly and they plottin’
all a n-gga want, you wit’ no wallet
two phones on me when i’m rollin’ round the city
gotta talk, it ain’t no need for you to call me
p-ssy n-ggas wanna blackball me
prolly why they b-tches got on me
should’ve thought about it ‘fore i met you
who you was when it was drippin’, f-ck you when you not h-rny
[chorus: ruben slikk]
drone cops stalkin’ on me while i’m at my peace
phone talk stoppin’ on me ’til i find my pace
light twist, frozen wrist, slushy by my face
i’m sippin’ smack, flippin’ packs, on my grind, my nig
drone cops stalkin’ on me while i’m at my peace
phone talk stoppin’ on me ’til i find my pace
light twist, frozen wrist, slushy by my face
i’m sippin’ smack, flippin’ packs, on my grind, my nig

[verse 2: ruben slikk]
rich n-gga on f-ck sh-t, do what i want ’cause f-ck y’all
might p-ss in yo b-tch mouth when she suck a d-ck ’cause f-ck y’all
choke a b-tch like, ya-ya, then slap a b-tch, she go down
p-ss mixed wit’ coco, yayo, that there anyone suck down
f-ck n-ggas don’t want smoke, n-gga get wrong, get bucked down
smoke chops out, new gold t–th [?] just f-ck now
beat a b-tch walls open wide for a pimp to spit in that b-tch mouth
clean slop on that b-tch throat while i’m slow sick and then sh-t on out

[chorus]
drone cops stalkin’ on me while i’m at my peace
phone talk stoppin’ on me ’til i find my pace
light twist, frozen wrist, slushy by my face
i’m sippin’ smack, flippin’ packs, on my grind, my nig
drone cops stalkin’ on me while i’m at my peace
phone talk stoppin’ on me ’til i find my pace
light twist, frozen wrist, slushy by my face
i’m sippin’ smack, flippin’ packs, on my grind, my nig (yeah, ho)

- ruben slikk

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