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iams remix - zchronik & ruben slikk lyrics

[verse 1: zchronik]
i got money on my think
do you heard me when i made it
focused on me on my digits because if not, i would have k!lled them
heard them hatin’ from the distance, they ended up in hole
how you figured you would sh*t on me from choosing on their snitches

[verse 2: ruben slikk]
b*tch, get your mind right
i got all the pills
b*tch, get your mind right, i got zapper here
water all get done. b*tch, get some money too
i got b*tches, i got hoes, i got prostitute
here b*tch a dog food, i ain’t talking dog food
i ain’t giving an eyе on unless you’re talking dog food
iams, iams, b*tch i got that iams
got that f*cking needles on your еyes you should try it
baby want to get the lsd, so she buy it
for the f*cking 10 or 15, to them buyers
maybe for the dub, if i’m going out of town with
all these f*cking [?] in the bibles

[verse 3: zchronik]
iams, iams, b*tch you lyin’
oxycodone, delaunes, i supplie ’em
got a billie in my rig, my [?]
find a van, hit the sh*t, now i’m flyin’
come bread, crack [?] mothaf*cka
that’s zchronik and he never use a rubber
don’t trust no hoe they all undercover
f*ck a fat b*tch and grab all my flubber
got that itch, new scripts, where all the fiends wanna cop
slamin’ that h*mob aim so they skin pop
neos on deck i keep the best commit
the good chain v*g*n* i’m with [?] cashin’ chicks
[verse 4: wavy jone$]
two blunts on my lips
[?] for the sixs
free sl!ck, goth b*tch on my d*ck
sniffin’ coke, like a vac, give me suck sh*t
airplane mode on my phone when we f*cking
your b*tch, call me jesus, your b*tch call me satan, your b*tch want to worship my d*ck like a pagan
i know why they hate, and i’m icy, i’m pricey
young rap hip, four stars, want to wipe me
dream slob like a dog, tell us sit
f*ck a job, f*ck your boss, f*ck your clique
hoe, please, little xen with the sh*ts
i’m a fiend, codeine, when i p*ss

- zchronik ruben slikk lyrics

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