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kid rootz - slang it (feat. lil duke) lyrics

[kid rootz]
use to pop da beanz
on to rockstar status
in a time flying
and it’s crazy how static
she got a big booty and a patek!
ice cream fiend she a addict!
b-tch saltine ecstatic!
we just go we just go at at it!
i️ be prayin all my dawgz go up and up
bout that
my feet workin workin ya
i️ just rest in peaced my past
i️ take dab right after dab
she like ice cream on my abs
pop her cherry now she average
aaay we up!

i just leave my feet
i️ got t-tties to jump ya
they just say one thing
baby put yo back up
leave no sp-ce between
leave for sp-ce tomorrow
i️’ll be back someday
for now i️ go on my way ayy
singularity
on my way ay
drop and droppin feet
if i️ think it
i️ go up
i️ slang it
you know it’s 100 kilos on me everytime iiiiii
i️ ride thru the city
thru da village
duke might do a 150 pounds on da diesel
what they want
what they gone?
treason treason is no grand game
f-k that no lames
you don’t even know the half but i️ keep it 100, 100, 100
110 degrees ya
5000 feet up in my teeth ya
ice cream pistol on da lean ya
ice cream, ice cream on da team ya
lil bizzle what, what’s the deal
i️ got 50,000 on to 50 mil
i️ needa gas up, love petal, on a tilt

[lil duke]
my n-gg-s gang and they slang it
they label us armed and we dangerous
n-gg-s get caught and these n-gg-s start singin
run up a check and i️ gotta maintain it
i️ cannot go nowhere without no banger
i️ do this sh-t on my own
flexin my tone i’m bad to the bone
and when i️ die i️mma need me a clone
i’m going up and i’m fly like a drone
i got some bad b-tches giving me dome
they know that i’m wrong
why they gon f-k wit me leave em alone
don’t gotta tell em they know what i’m on
look at me now and i’m back in bag
bought that sh-t twice everything i️ ain’t had
i️ gotta buy my lil b-tch a new bag
i️ can’t be going out sad
elliot diamonds they bright
i️ keep that stick like a thief in the night
young n-gg-s wit me they strapped like some dyk-s
we could just put out the fire and fight
she bad and she broke ain’t my type
labels keep hittin me they think that i️ write
she ride that d-ck like a bike
put that sh-t on i️ be sharp as a knife
use to pop da beanz
on to rockstar status
in a time flying
and it’s crazy how static
she got a big booty and a patek!
ice cream fiend she a addict!
b-tch saltine ecstatic!
we just go we just go at at it!
i️ be prayin all my dawgz go up and up
bout that
my feet workin workin ya
i️ just rest in peaced my past
i️ take dab right after dab
she like ice cream on my abs
pop her cherry now she average
aaay we up!

- kid rootz lyrics

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