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ruben slikk - fukk bo$ كلمات أغنية

[chorus: ruben slikk]
think i’m under survelance, ’cause i’m f_ckin’ wit’ felons
don’t try no tattletellin’, ’cause i will bust yo melon
don’t tell my b_tches nothin’, fussin’ at me, naggin’, yellin’
i’m duckin’, dodgin’ broads and f_ckin’ when we smokin’, chillin’
she wanna fight her ’cause i hit, she know my stroke the illest
she wanna fight her ’cause i hit, she know my stroke the illest
she wanna fight her ’cause i hit, she know my stroke the illest
after hours, no sleep, sold my soul for skrilla

[verse 1: ruben slikk]
bomb jaw, beast mode
freak ho’s, kilos
steelo impeccable
all stеak and lobster, no vegetablеs
danny g’s my patna dem
moegreezy my patna dem
lungs freeze when we od off whippets, fightin’ for oxygen
teeny boppers, got lots of them
wit’ dirty burners we poppin’ in
in the backyard we shootin’ cans
f_cked around and heard sirens
but they was only the ambulance
all my n_ggas, we keep the grams
glory to god, glory to god
praise the lord i ain’t locked up
even wit’ them benz foreigns, i’m sacked up and i’m racked up
even wit’ them benz foreigns, still strapped up, still sacked up
[chorus: ruben slikk]
think i’m under survelance, ’cause i’m f_ckin’ wit’ felons
don’t try no tattletellin’, ’cause i will bust yo melon
don’t tell my b_tches nothin’, fussin’ at me, naggin’, yellin’
i’m duckin’, dodgin’ broads and f_ckin’ when we smokin’, chillin’
she wanna fight her ’cause i hit, she know my stroke the illest
she wanna fight her ’cause i hit, she know my stroke the illest
she wanna fight her ’cause i hit, she know my stroke the illest
after hours, no sleep, sold my soul for skrilla
i sold my soul for skrilla
after hours, no sleep, i sold my soul for skrilla

[verse 2: moegreezy]
i’m f_ckin’ with these felons
cs f_ckin’ pg, that’s what my n_ggas yellin’
ruben f_ckin’ slikk, that n_gga, yeah, he bust ya melon
all these b_tches know i’m flexin’
pull up to the club, skip the line and they know a n_gga flexin’
thumbin’ through these racks, b_tch, you know we be f_ckin’ stackin’
all this guap, now we never f_ckin’ lackin’
bal harbour shoppin’, you ain’t never seen all this [?]
moe f_ckin’ greezy in the back in there, now he totin’
g13 blunts, b_tch, you know i’m smokin’
ar15, yeah, we keep them sh_ts f_cking loaded
wit a drum, .223’s on a thang in the water
b_tch, leave ya body floatin’
[verse 3: dgonz]
poppin’ tags, sn_tchin’ louis bags
stay fresh, never rag
these b_tches stay mad
stuntin’ on ’em wit’ that propr boyz swag, uh_oh, chyeah
tada_tada [?] wit’ that pasta
gucci jacket, kushed up, call me mc. rasta
steady pushin’ keys, only movin’ faster
red boy, curly hair, so you know them ho’s choose faster

- ruben slikk

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