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letra de easta pank - ruben slikk

[intro: ruben slikk & takeoff]
two-two cups filled up with easter pink (hoeboss)
two-two cups filled up with easter pink (hoeboss, finance, finance, cumlord)
two-two cups filled up with easter pink (hoeboss, hoeboss, hoeboss)
two-two cups filled up with easter pink (hoeboss, finance, finance, cumlord)

[verse 1: ruben slikk]
lean, white xan, roxy, cotton, hot
got a n-gga tummy so rotten, knot
drugs in my wallet keep poppin’ out
if you really want this money, n-gga, probably not
n-ggas steady actin’ but it’s all just talk
if you f-ckin’ wit’ my package, ho, it’s off them rocks
a broke bitter b-tch make a soft ass c-ck
like i do a diehard, ho, drop a fat knot
n-ggas ain’t ashamed, chop and screw, crack rock
in the spoon, on the stove how i’m gettin’ my guap
let a n-gga rob then i’m lettin’ off shots
all the monеy and the b-tches of mine off top
scoopin’ all thе yola like an icecream shop
nose drippin’ blood [?]
big d-ck pills, all of them i pop
you ain’t gotta know it but your b-tch gon’ bop

[chorus: ruben slikk]
slikk, slikk, codeine
d-ck slanger of the century
slikk, slikk, codeine
d-ck slanger of the century
slikk, slikk, codeine
d-ck slanger of the century
slikk, slikk, slikk, slikk, slikk, codeine
uh, slamgod of the century
[verse 2: ruben slikk]
slamgod n-gga came through wit’ the ho’s on my d-ck
drinkin’ liquor wit’ a bad ass b-tch
got a bad ho who wanna suck d-ck
but she don’t ’cause she scared that her t–th so big
ho [?] suck the godd-mn d-ck without usin’ all them t–th
b-tch got braces in her motherf-ckin’ mouth
but the b-tch still put her f-ckin’ mouth on me
came in the motherf-ckin’ party
see them ho’s b-ttnaked and they all f-ckin’ droppin’ ot
b-tch want the big ass d-ck
’cause the n-gga got the hmobb, n-gga, and the extra d-ck
dope, dope, dope, what you want, ho?
so you better take it to the crib, get naked, dumb ho
had to put the motherf-ckin’ d-ck up in your mouth
and let me nut up on your titty and all up in your skull
all up in your skull
all up in your motherf-ckin’ circle, in your brain, b-tch
lemme bust a nut, b-tch
cum in her motherf-ckin’ nostrils
make the ho snort cum off the table when i nut in a towel
yeah, nutted in a towel, make the b-tch snort that sh-t all off
make the b-tch snort that cum out the towel
make the b-tch snort my load
thugged out n-gga and i march wit’ the ho’s
in the godd-mn muhf-ckin’ strip
motherf-ckin’ blade wit’ the b-tch
b-tch better make a pimp rich
triple six motherf-ckin’ gang
muhf-ckin’ got ho’s on my d-ck, my n-gga
pistol in my motherf-ckin’ lap
finna k!ll a n-gga just for f-ckin’ wit’ my skrilla
n-gga like k!llin’ people more than other n-ggas
’cause it ain’t no like no feelin’
it ain’t like no feelin’ when it ain’t really no feelings
funny how a n-gga said feelings
soulless n-gga, yeah, f-ck feelings
got a bad b-tch on my d-ck
so you know i’m gettin’ money when i’m back up in the buildin’
for the yayo, my n-gga
lemme just get them sniffles
lemme just get them sniffles
lemme just get them sniffles
yeah, i’m gonna k!ll this n-gga
just so i could get them sniffles
just so i could get these sniffles
just so i could get these sniffles
had to k!ll a n-gga just to get the sniffles
got the cocaine, got the skittles
tummy rumblin’ while we taking hits
set the f-ckin’ crackrock, white, white, white, white
droppin’ sh-t all out wit’ a b-tch, godd-mn
n-gga so muhf-ckin’ numb, can’t f-ck
sike, n-gga got v–gr- on deck
n-gga gonna smoke that crack, smoke that crack
pop the pill then f-ck this b-tch
n-gga got a big d-ck, so i’m finna f-ck the b-tch
n-gga [?]
all up in the motherf-ckin’ sky
[?]
cookin’ f-ckin’ sh-t wit’ my b-tch
and she buck ass naked no reason just like nino brown
but i ain’t nino brown, n-gga, i ain’t stingy
’cause i will lay a motherf-ckin’ p-ssy cracker down
[?] motherf-ckers die wit’ the four-five
finna motherf-ckin’ make a n-gga sound
n-gga know where the f-ck a n-gga is
’cause a n-gga talkin’ ’bout big money all the f-ckin’ time
on the f-ckin’ corner on the grind
wit’ the f-ckin’ downsight, yeah, n-ggas got a whole pound
pound of the weed, but i don’t sell weed
only white, so i’m smokin’ [?]
real thug n-gga

- ruben slikk

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