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red on red - ruben slikk lyrics

[intro: ruben slikk]
young bizquik, young bizquik
ayy, b*tch, suck some f*ck some, simple and plain, b*tch
with my dawgs ronny j, lofty305 and freebase, b*tch, what is you saying, b*tch?
if it ain’t ’bout the suction then shut the f*ck up then (ronny j)

[verse 1: ruben slikk]
how many, how many, how many times have i told you, b*tch?
i am not sober, therefore i don’t know you, b*tch
woke up so early on militant soldier sh*t
just to finesse me a jugg into ownership
lil’ b*tch enamored with hammers and grown ass sh*t
i’m balling reckless, so mean, you ain’t notice it
sparkling necklace on me, that’s some gold ass sh*t
f*ck is my b*tch when i cheat and ain’t told her sh*t
drop ass shawty sipping red on red
can’t afford the doja, shawty run the head
i’ma run up in the door like i’ma rеnovate
she keep her circlе tight as f*ck like she a renegade
but when i murk it i’ma have it dripping down her leg
and i ain’t perfect but i’m more deserving honestly
that’s what she told me when she put her booty on my d*ck
i got a yellow [?]
save it, never got no job, i get it out a b*tch
but when i get it, get it right back and that’s how i rinse
deuces, deuces all i serve is deuces
you ain’t got no guap and f*ck with cops’, boy, you useless
duces upon duces, come and get this deuce, b*tch
beat that p*ssy loose, i take advantage ’cause i’m ruthless
[verse 2: bizerk]
think i’m going colorblind ’cause all i see is red
had beef with a couple people now all of ’em are dead
all this snow i’m seeing think i need to get a sled
don’t wanna open my eyes too much money on my head
it don’t matter if they spanish, asian, black, white
make these b*tches act right, getting money at night
getting money every day, getting money every way
none these f*ckers hating couldn’t see me on my worst day
always murder in the trenches, this my birthplace
how the f*ck we leave your house burnt in the first place
whole lotta red dots, put the beams on ’em
make a couple calls, tell the goons they can lean on ’em
get the [?] pills, get the bean on it
put her face in the pillow make her scream on it
p*ssy so good can’t get it out my head
the lean that i’m sipping, then all my life goes red
they still tryna understand what i said
tell if they really f*cks witcha, break bread

- ruben slikk lyrics

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