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hits on slatt - if xxxtentacion & juice wrld were on burn the hoods lyrics

[intro: ski mask the slump god]
yeah, yuh
b_tch
kio, kio
uh, uh

[verse 1: ski mask the slump god]
if you f_ck with me, he pushin’ petals
somewhere in a meadow, six feet under is his new level
i am considered a rebel ’cause i never settle
ah, pshht, ’cause i’m hot like a kettle
your b_tch is a rental, i had to pay incidentals
and they act funny, jay leno
twisted my metal, now they actin’ shaky like treble
these n_ggas food like kibble (um)

[chorus: ski mask the slump god & juice wrld]
it’s up like ice in a cup (yeah_yеah, yeah, woo_ah)
said, “f_ck, my president, donald trump” (yеah_yeah, yeah, woo_ah) (okay, okay okay okay huh, yeah, huh)
life alert, i’m stuck off the perc’ (f_ck all these other goofy ass n_ggas, man), i can’t get up (yeah_yeah, yeah, woo_ah) (f_ck all these f_ck n_ggas, ain’t trippin’ off no regular old b_tch)
i call them underwear ’cause they can’t seem to get off my nuts (get, get, get, get) (uh_uh, no limit gang, huh)

[verse 2: juice wrld]
uh, p_ssy wet, huh, just like a slip n’ slide
she gon’ let me f_ck, huh, yeah, i get inside
chopper heat seeker, run, but you can’t hide
police on my ass, buckle up, let’s go for a ride, ayy
codeine with the percs, take too many, feel like i’ma die, ayy
i can’t go out like that, ain’t tryna make my mama cry, ayy
chopper with a thirty in that, i pull up on him, leave him traumatized, ayy
i can change anything, got them obama eyes, ayy
um, every day i’m on go mode with a four_oh up in my pants
slump off of the percs and the codeine, no more can i ever do xans
um, i take drugs when i’m copin’, uh
mama told me it turned to a dope fiend, uh
n_ggas in jail droppin’ the soap like what?
i heard that that was your homie, yeah
i got lean_
[verse 3: ski mask the slump god]
america sucks, u.s.a. to me mean us and don’t touch (uh_huh)
like big time rush, we four deep in the jeep seats made out of crocodile nuts
in god we trust, starsky, hutch (hutch)
seein’ police, then a n_gga gotta duck (duck)
said, “i’m skatin’ on thin ice with no puck” (yeah, yeah)
ain’t that funny? ’cause a n_gga don’t give no f_cks (yeah_yeah, yeah_yeah, yeah_yeah)
okay, this ain’t even verse two
but they still tryna figure me out, scooby doo, uh_huh
but i’m a mystery, i left a blue’s clue, uh_huh
she kissin’ on me like i got a boo boo, uh_huh (boo boo)
with a thick b_tch at a picnic (haha)
i ain’t pack no food, just a bottle of the goop (bottle goop)
my weed has the stench of platypus p__p
or better yet, captain sparrow black boots (ew)
know your n_gga got a sweet tooth, augustus gloop
givin’ his b_tch wood, no groot, uh_huh (ayy, ayy)
inspector gadget_style trench coat with the burberry print on the rope, ah, ah (with the burberry print)
ratatouille how i’m cookin’ with the sauce, they want
hit the motherf_cker with the rope_a_dope (hit the motherf_cker with the rope_a_dope)
my wrist on ice_atope (wrist on ice_atope)
i need a minute, let me light my pope (um)

[chorus: ski mask the slump god]
it’s up like ice in a cup (yeah_yeah, yeah, woo_ah)
said, “f_ck, my president, donald trump” (yeah_yeah, yeah, woo_ah)
life alert, i’m stuck off the perc’, i can’t get up (yeah_yeah, yeah, woo_ah)
i call them underwear ’cause they can’t seem to get off my nuts
[verse 4: xxxtentacion]
hit it from the back
look back at me, i like that
she so naughty for that sack
i got sauce and she like that
wanna l!ck it off me, little old me
hit your spot then slit my t
n_ggas bitin’, tyson lee
velcro pockets, super flea
radar watch, it can’t be seized
swag disease, too much sauce inside my jeans
his and her’s designer tees
your flow’s old, update it please

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