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ruben slikk - blowin' on courage lyrics

[chorus]
smoking on a sack of the purple fruity, y’all niggas be f-cking with the brown dooday
yo fitted f-cked up looking like eustace, we blowing on courage that reggie is useless

[verse 1]
just a black nigga from the cocaine city, don’t talk to the b-tch if the ho ain’t pretty
that nigga soft like a god d-mn titty, b-tch want a real nigga stop playing get with me
i’m a true blue tongue kung fu mac, tongue in the pussy naw i don’t do that
line on the plate yeah just blew that, just do as i say never ever do that
all the hoes on my thing gotta have a booty, big titties just like an imax movie
i don’t close up when she get moody, b-tch outta pocket found the whistle blew that
dread-head nigga with a strap on my lap, three hoes on the back [and they donk on black? all black?
astro blasto the -sshole who that? shitting on a square ho yeah i do that

[chorus]
smoking on a sack of the purple fruity, y’all niggas be f-cking with the brown dooday
yo fitted f-cked up looking like eustace, we blowing on courage that reggie is useless
smoking on a sack of the purple fruity, y’all niggas be f-cking with the brown dooday
yo fitted f-cked up looking like eustace, we blowing on courage that reggie is useless

[verse 2]
the pradas look aquatic, my ice is so hypnotic
the double gs and ysl my nigga yeah i got it
louis v shades on face, outstanding
import swag looking so outlandish
gator on my gucci, double gs all on my linen b-tch
i be on that purple, swear it taste just like lemon b-tch
pimpin’ shit, what y’all niggas make believe i’m living in, horses on my team and i’m not taking it they giving it
hoes overseas suck a d-ck long distance, mouth got clogged like the bong, ain’t hittin’
astro the magnificient you b-tch that is the alb-m, i don’t really need ya b-tch without her i got mountains
and mountains of racks, b-tches relax, tilt ya head back let you lick on my sack
like it’s ice cream, but its really nuts, and yeah you got a man but i don’t really give a f-ck

[pre chorus]
i gave the ho a taste of game a her nigga never touched, yeah she left him worn out like a dirty pair of chucks
then a nigga got chose yeah all cheesed up, b-tch on the back with her f-cking knees up
get em piped out $150 for the stroke
got gangrene stacks so sick i’m finna crump (crump crump) got gangrene stacks so sick i’m finna crump

- ruben slikk lyrics

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