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letra de i beat tacogodss ass - ruben slikk

slikk, slikk, codeine, b-tch, you already know
b-tch, you already know. b-tch, you already know
bad ass my dope, you already know
b-tch, b-tch, you see my dope, you already know
walk through the door and all you see is chrome
chrome, faux faux, put that sh-t to your nose
leave the blood leaking from your shirt to the floor. put him in the box, n-gga, straight dead
throw him in the swimming pool, now that sh-t red. b-tch, his body out, body bag of swag
put him in the truck, then we drive him downtown
i-95, now his body smell bad. like a f-cking whip with a whole bunch of gas
light up the gas, n-gga, light up the gas
dead body in the truck smell like ass. all my n-ggas gooning, all my n-ggas shooting
we don’t give a f-ck, mask up, got pollution
in the f-cking earth cause you know they keep sh-tting
shot him in his face causе a n-gga ain’t christian. n-gga worship satan
ay, i love indulgence. b-tchеs on my d-ck cause all i love is ballas
all i love is strip club b-tches and them hoes, bruh
i don’t give a d-mn cause you know i got my nostrils. picked up with coke, picked up with dope
ruben f-cking slikk, i just can’t cope with broke
all i gotta do is f-cking rob for the ends. all my n-ggas rob suwoo, who’s slob is?
n-gga, yeah, we so broke

out of the sticks, so my pockets always thick
hundred packs, only dr. tough got in this b-tch
300 for the script, i don’t need to hit a l!ck
i’m too rich, i’m too rare, and i don’t even want your sh-t
hit me like mentality with trap, got reality. stay low-key, smoking weed cause i don’t care
weezey in this b-tch, finessing in this b-tch
hoes steady bopping on the f-cking d-ck. but i am so sick of these beats, n-gga
steady trying to rip, always trying to rip
my st–z, my st–z, b-tch, n-gga, hoe don’t text me
smash that sh-t with ease, i be feeding all these feet
with that codeine, yeah, i said that codeine
yeah, that motherf-cking lean, that dark purple sorrel
sh-t’ll get you tore up. f-cking with my money, you’ll be looking for a flow-up
ain’t nothing funny, ain’t no n-gga can punk me
boss up on some luxuries, what the f-ck is tommy?

f-ck with my money, get your ass slumped. f-ck with my money, get your ass slumped
now your ass dead, now you’re crying moms. trying to call my phone, but f-ck your mom
yeah, i know she mad, cause we k!lled yo ass
yeah, i know she sad, cause we k!lled yo ass
yeah, i know he mad, cause we k!lled yo ass
yeah, i know she sad, cause we k!lled yo ass

- ruben slikk

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