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letra de will you - ruben slikk

[verse 1: ruben slikk]
since i was a young n-gga, i been gettin’ money
sippin’ slow-mo, sniffin’ dope out the six-hunnid
booger sugar on my shirt won’t upset my stomach
ready for whatever and whoever really think they want it
a heavy pistol and it’s swingin’ from my holster on it
og tilted on the under, ain’t no scopin’ on it
usp text message, really hopin’ on it
shawty plottin’ on me for my paper, felt her gropin’ on it
reach back like a pimp out in oakland on her
told her quit cryin’, suck this, got to strokin’ on her
b-lls catch a cold mist while i’m pokin’ on her
super soaked sheets from her sn-tch wit’ the lotion on it
the way i walk on the water like i’m floatin’ on it
chalk outlines, hear your thoughts, see me loafin’ on it
bread loaf, blue ribbons and i’m smokin’ on it
still smoke the [?] like a savage long as coke is on it

[chorus: ruben slikk]
will you just believe in me?
now see it through
after rain, then it came out the sun
all my money sky blue
’til the end of my days i’ma ride ’til i die, piru
’til the end of my days i’ma ride ’til i die, piru
[verse 2: bizerk]
yeah, yeah
i got some homies that’s crip, got some homies that’s blood
but i show love to all my homies and all my homies show love
got some homies that pop pills, some homies that sip mud
some homies that lay low and some homies that straight thugs
i got some homimes from the hood, some homies from the burbs
some homies that flip flow, some homies that flip birds
i ain’t never had a homie who ain’t get what they deserve
hop up in that black truck wit’ my homies then we swerved
got some homies still in the struggle, some homies that made it out
them homies down to ride because they ’bout that sh-t i’m ’bout
i got homies from the west, i got homies from the south
and we shut the city down every time we bring ’em out

[verse 3: ruben slikk]
vvs iced tea ’cause i’m a gangsta, n-gga
and i’m anti-sleep ’cause i’m a gangsta, n-gga
you keep it anti-g, you ain’t no gangsta, n-gga
i’m hittin’ gangs on ’em ducks, screamin’, “thank you, n-gga”
weak moves might wet p-ssy, shank ya, n-gga
d-ld- clip stretched to my ancle, n-gga
dumb sh-t, blood stains on sprinkle, n-gga
pineapple mgp, yellow tinkle syrup
i get money when i got it and i do it on purpose
i be mobbin’ by my lonely, k!ll whoever observin’
you don’t really wanna see it even if you deserve it
i keep the holy spirit in me for them demons who lurkin’
i be leanin’, i be leanin’ as i reach for that purple
i be juggin’, i be juggin’ swabbin’ bleach up wit’ purple
b-tches on me, yeah, i f-ck ’em and i jugg ’em and work ’em
i just ship out all my b-tches, bring me money in person
[chorus: ruben slikk]
will you just believe in me?
now see it through
after rain, then it came out the sun
all my money sky blue
’til the end of my days i’ma ride ’til i die, piru
’til the end of my days i’ma ride ’til i die, piru

- ruben slikk

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