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ruben slikk - double cup of lean lyrics

[intro: petey weedey]
uh
uh, swag, swag, swag, swag
uh, swag, swag, swag, swag

[verse 1: petey weedey]
sittin’ in this booth, tryna think of something to spit
man, it’s dark as f_ck in this b_tch
swaggin’ wit’ my d_ck out, sippin’ lean
b_tches like to suck my d_ck ’cause it tastes like promethazine, uh
n_gga stuntin’, blowin’ stacks on the weekend
not a givin’ a f_ckin’_, uh
f_ckin’ mad ho’s
n_ggas don’t even know
sh_t you never seen
i got it in my pocket, pocket full a_, pocket full of green
that green (swag, swag, swag, swag)
smokin’ mad trees, wit’ the homies
petey weedy, my n_gga ruben slikk
(you know that’s the man) puttin’ it down, real sh_t

[interlude: petey weedey & ruben slikk]
n_gga, we just swaggin’
we got that mia_yo, 305
all day, you already know
swag, swag, swag, swag
swag, swag, swag, swag
swag, swag, swag
whoa, whoa, uh, whoa
codeine, codeine
yes, lean
candy, candy, xanny
chyeah, chyeah, chyeah
woo_woo_woo
chyeah, what, what
a n_gga bout change
’cause a n_gga lookin’ like a [?]
[chorus: ruben slikk]
double cup of lean, cambodian eyes
wit’ a bunch of bad b_tches on my side
i ain’t never trippin’ ’cause we always high
naked b_tches in the kitchen, some straight, some bi
double cup of lean, cambodian eyes
wit’ a bunch of bad b_tches on my side
i ain’t never trippin’ ’cause we all gettin’ high
naked b_tches in the kitchen, some straight, some bi

[verse 2: petey weedey]
chillin’ in the pad wit’ a couple bad b_tches
know they rollin’ up ’cause we know we tokin’ up
we don’t give a feel ’cause we poppin’ mad pills
and we standin’ really chill and we chillin’ at the crib
hit the bong, make a couple beats
rip the f_ckin’ thongs off the b_tches and we stick inside the cl_t
suckin’ on the d_ck like there’s no tomorrow
i need that b_tch cryin’ wit’ her p_ssy sore wit’ sorrow
i don’t give a motherf_ck ’cause i’m smokin’ on my kush
raw king size, the b_tch better shave her bush
she f_ckin’ rollin’ while i’m still asleep
i’m f_ckin’ eatin’ breakfast and i’m makin’ f_ckin’ [?]
i don’t give a f_ck, i’m f_ckin’ rollin’ b_lls
i’m f_ckin’ feelin’ good, think i’m like biggie smalls
i got the big d_ck, she got the nice lips
i put ’em together, dsl, b_tch
i don’t give a motherf_ck, i’m feelin’ f_ckin’ good
i’m a pretty b_tch, all the b_tches on my wood
chillin’ in my car
smokin’ on this joint, now i’m feelin’ like i’m flyin’ in the stars
i don’t f_ckin’ care ’cause i got mad b_tches
got mad riches, i don’t give a f_ck
i grab a couple racks and i stuck ’em in my louie bag
off to the store and i’m feelin’ fine
[chorus: ruben slikk]
double cup of lean, cambodian eyes
wit’ a bunch of bad b_tches on my side
i ain’t never trippin’ ’cause we always high
naked b_tches in the kitchen, some straight, some bi
double cup of lean, cambodian eyes
wit’ a bunch of bad b_tches on my side
i ain’t never trippin’ ’cause we all gettin’ high
naked b_tches in the kitchen, some straight, some bi

[instrumental break]

[chorus: ruben slikk]
double cup of lean, cambodian eyes
wit’ a bunch of bad b_tches on my side
i ain’t never trippin’ ’cause we always high
naked b_tches in the kitchen, some straight, some bi
double cup of lean, cambodian eyes
wit’ a bunch of bad b_tches on my side
i ain’t never trippin’ ’cause we all gettin’ high
naked b_tches in the kitchen, some straight, some bi

- ruben slikk lyrics

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