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ruben slikk - i beat tacogodss ass 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

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