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i beat tacogodss ass - ruben slikk lyrics

slikk, slikk, codeine, b*tch, you already know
b*tch, you already know. b*tch, you already know
bad ass my dope, you already know
b*tch, b*tch, you see my dope, you already know
walk through the door and all you see is chrome
chrome, faux faux, put that sh*t to your nose
leave the blood leaking from your shirt to the floor. put him in the box, n*gga, straight dead
throw him in the swimming pool, now that sh*t red. b*tch, his body out, body bag of swag
put him in the truck, then we drive him downtown
i*95, now his body smell bad. like a f*cking whip with a whole bunch of gas
light up the gas, n*gga, light up the gas
dead body in the truck smell like ass. all my n*ggas gooning, all my n*ggas shooting
we don’t give a f*ck, mask up, got pollution
in the f*cking earth cause you know they keep sh*tting
shot him in his face causе a n*gga ain’t christian. n*gga worship satan
ay, i love indulgence. b*tchеs on my d*ck cause all i love is ballas
all i love is strip club b*tches and them hoes, bruh
i don’t give a d*mn cause you know i got my nostrils. picked up with coke, picked up with dope
ruben f*cking slikk, i just can’t cope with broke
all i gotta do is f*cking rob for the ends. all my n*ggas rob suwoo, who’s slob is?
n*gga, yeah, we so broke

out of the sticks, so my pockets always thick
hundred packs, only dr. tough got in this b*tch
300 for the script, i don’t need to hit a l!ck
i’m too rich, i’m too rare, and i don’t even want your sh*t
hit me like mentality with trap, got reality. stay low*key, smoking weed cause i don’t care
weezey in this b*tch, finessing in this b*tch
hoes steady bopping on the f*cking d*ck. but i am so sick of these beats, n*gga
steady trying to rip, always trying to rip
my st**z, my st**z, b*tch, n*gga, hoe don’t text me
smash that sh*t with ease, i be feeding all these feet
with that codeine, yeah, i said that codeine
yeah, that motherf*cking lean, that dark purple sorrel
sh*t’ll get you tore up. f*cking with my money, you’ll be looking for a flow*up
ain’t nothing funny, ain’t no n*gga can punk me
boss up on some luxuries, what the f*ck is tommy?

f*ck with my money, get your ass slumped. f*ck with my money, get your ass slumped
now your ass dead, now you’re crying moms. trying to call my phone, but f*ck your mom
yeah, i know she mad, cause we k!lled yo ass
yeah, i know she sad, cause we k!lled yo ass
yeah, i know he mad, cause we k!lled yo ass
yeah, i know she sad, cause we k!lled yo ass

- ruben slikk lyrics

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