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letra de headroom - ruben slikk

[intro: lofty305]
c’yeah! go! go! go!
c’yeah! c’yeah! go!
go! go! b-tch, it’s lofty, c’yeah!
ah! c’yeah, b-tch, it’s lofty, c’yeah!
check me, yeah, it’s lofty
on the m-i-c, we
blow trees every f-ckin’ day
posh gang, n-gga, posh gang, n-gga

[verse 1: lofty305]
nappy–ss hair, i’m a nappy–ss n-gga, bro
yeah, b-tch came through and she gave a n-gga dome
cause i be the king of this f-ckin’ throne
lofy305, i’m ’bout to put it on
motherf-ck a mic, just like a sticker
on the wall, yeah, i got them b-tches thicker
sticker, posh gang, c’yeah
get up on they knees, yeah, and you heard that story
now let me flip it to another allegory
i’m exciting, you are boring
everything that i say, is you snoring?
flooring

[verse 2: ruben slikk]
look at me, ruben slikk, uber proper mack
with a fat sack of cat p-ss and the anthrax
c0key sh0r-s, elite posh gang on the map
judge a n-gga how he move, not by how he rap
big money off the brain, let me gang rang
me and my old boy, we got the same name
posh gang, soo-woo, metro zu
all the bad b-tches know we so cool
came through at art walk, boo crew
swag blast on that -ss with the nut goo
oh, godd-mn, i don’t trust you
but i got hoes on the rack on luxury
yeah, you lack on luxury
got my phone vibratin’, hoes keep buzzin’ me
textin’, collectin’, paper, the dividends
paypal, shorty, you know i’m gettin’ presidents
online, that’s where i be at
everywhere i go, iphone got to see that
yeah, let me hold that sh-t, get on the instagram
mack up on the b-tch, yeah, you know i’m finna peel the fam
free my other friend cause i heard them b-tches dykin’
you know she want the d-ck, i can tell that she like it
she only be with her cause that b-tch really racked up
ruben f-ckin’ slikk, never let these b-tches act up
yeah i got it tightened, oppose, get checked
ruben slikk, yeah, all i do is get handed checks
yeah, let me get them f-ckin’ bands like a baller
it’s ruben f-ckin’ slikk, i f-ck that ho and never call her
d-mn i’m a soldier, ridin’ with the sh-t too
ruben f-ckin’ slikk, yeah you know i got the sh-t, foo’
what you need? got a .40, got a .30
holler at me, hold a 9 and a .30
in the mornin’, never on tuesday
at the crib cause you know i’m gettin’ too faded
with some b-tches, get m-ssages in the bedroom
ruben slikk, f-ck a b-tch and need some headroom

- ruben slikk

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