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letra de stab yo ass - ruben slikk

[intro: lofty305]
yuh, it’s lofty30-motherf-ckin’-5
known for makin’ all them d-mn slaps, but not this one, ’cause this is a slikk one
yup

[verse 1: lofty305]
me and my budder posted up
in the middle of the club wit’ a bottle of bup
’bout to splash that sh-t on a fine ass b-tch
wet her t-shirt, wet t-shirt contest
lofty305 treat b-tches like objects
lofty305, yeah, your b-tch is a prospect for my pimpin’
hold up, hold up
let me take a breather, then i put some pimpin’ in it
lofty305 only know that lavish livin’
yeah, all these hoes wanna suck my d-ck
’cause i’m charmin’ ass n-gga and i keep that sh-t
on lizzock, suck my cizzock
stupid b-tch, no, i’ll never stop
like a motherf-ckin’ stop sign, i shine
lofty305, yeah, i stay grindin’, yeah, i stay shinin’
yeah, the hoes love to give a n-gga fresh diamonds
’cause i keep their motherf-ckin’ climax climbin’
even when they f-ckin’ nut, then they nut again
lofty305, ’bout to f-ck her stripper friend
and i let ’em into my crib
but i kick ’em out soon as they just suck a d-ck
and make a n-gga nut all over they dress
i’m lofty305, do i mack a n-gga? yes
[verse 2: ruben slikk]
oh my god, oh my god, yeah, you know my d-ck is long
when she see’s at the party, yeah, she wants to give me dome
then i take her to the bathroom, then i turn the water on
they gon’ hate me when i [?] ’cause i skeeted on her skull, hoe
here i go again, know my swagger got a dagger
and her p-ssy wet, i stab her, ’cause i’m jason, i’m [?]
b-tch, i’m just ’bout swagger and i never smoked a bad b-tch
’cause i smoke a lot of kush and i see her at the [?]
she ain’t mine ’til he embarrassed, but she know she tryna rob
i punch her in her mouth and now she’s bleedin’ suwoo blood
she’s bleedin’ suwoo blood out her lips and now i hugged
on that b-tch, you know she tell on me and police know where i was, no
[?] know they knew where i was
but i ran down the corner and i had to get that bud
right there and i drink it by myself
strike her in her face, on her lip
now i’m like a biker tatted up on my arms
and you know i got that charm
’cause i f-cked her in her p-ssy, gave her p-ssy bodily harm
with my c-ck, with my c-ck, and i f-cked her, didn’t stop
and you know i [?]
everybody know what i represent is cokey shorez
posh gang, cspg, all these hoes, you know they sl-ts
yeah, they bring a n-gga money ’cause it really don’t matter
and you know her p-ssy wet, i’ma make it splatter
wit’ that c-ck, make it shatter, and i beat them walls down
ruben slikk, yeah, you know i told that hoe to calm down
shut yo mouth, shut yo mouth, b-tch, get up out my house, b-tch
finna f-ck some hoe’s in the back then i’m out, b-tch
hop up in that ‘lac, suit on, louis vizzle
got a bad b-tch sippin’ on that lean drizzle
put a x pill in that b-tch, get the skittles
get the d-mn molly and you split it down the middle
put it in your lean, then you share it wit’ your b-tch
let that b-tch get h-rny, then you let her take the d-ck
put her leg up in a v motion, then you stick
d-ck pipe up in her tw-t, let me stretch that coochie, b-tch
when you hear that queef, b-tch, then you know you hit it right
’cause it’s queefmobb on that ass when you f-ck her day to night
when you f-ck her day to night, b-tch, it’s queefmobb on that ass
and you know you got that x and you know we got the xan
she got a hunnid pack, holla at your man
holla at the kid ’cause it’s fifty for the gram
sike, b-tch, it’s sixty-five ’cause that sh-t so pure
that sh-t that pure yayo, man, that sh-t that pure yayo
yeah, that sh-t that pure yayo
and you know i’m jesus ’cause i am from bethlehem
[?] boys and you know we keep the pans
always tight ’cause he don’t give a d-mn
money, money, money, robbin’ all the b-tches
beat a n-gga ass ’cause he actin’ so suspicious
b-tch, you got a wire? i’ma stab you in your neck
b-tch, you got a wire? i’ma stab you in your chest
p-ssy n-gga, i am chucky, you know i’m finna k!ll you
you know we don’t give a f-ck, i’m scream, i’ma k!ll you
b-tch, i’m michael myers, b-tch, i’m michael myers
stab you in your stomach, do your ass like michael myers
chop ya head off (christboss)

- ruben slikk

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