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ruben slikk - stab yo ass lyrics

[intro: lofty305]
yuh, it’s lofty30+motherf+ckin’+5
known for makin’ all them d+mn slaps, but not this one, ’cause this is a slikk one
yup

[verse 1: lofty305]
me and my budder posted up
in the middle of the club wit’ a bottle of bup
’bout to splash that sh+t on a fine ass b+tch
wet her t+shirt, wet t+shirt contest
lofty305 treat b+tches like objects
lofty305, yeah, your b+tch is a prospect for my pimpin’
hold up, hold up
let me take a breather, then i put some pimpin’ in it
lofty305 only know that lavish livin’
yeah, all these hoes wanna suck my d+ck
’cause i’m charmin’ ass n+gga and i keep that sh+t
on lizzock, suck my cizzock
stupid b+tch, no, i’ll never stop
like a motherf+ckin’ stop sign, i shine
lofty305, yeah, i stay grindin’, yeah, i stay shinin’
yeah, the hoes love to give a n+gga fresh diamonds
’cause i keep their motherf+ckin’ climax climbin’
even when they f+ckin’ nut, then they nut again
lofty305, ’bout to f+ck her stripper friend
and i let ’em into my crib
but i kick ’em out soon as they just suck a d+ck
and make a n+gga nut all over they dress
i’m lofty305, do i mack a n+gga? yes
[verse 2: ruben slikk]
oh my god, oh my god, yeah, you know my d+ck is long
when she see’s at the party, yeah, she wants to give me dome
then i take her to the bathroom, then i turn the water on
they gon’ hate me when i [?] ’cause i skeeted on her skull, hoe
here i go again, know my swagger got a dagger
and her p+ssy wet, i stab her, ’cause i’m jason, i’m [?]
b+tch, i’m just ’bout swagger and i never smoked a bad b+tch
’cause i smoke a lot of kush and i see her at the [?]
she ain’t mine ’til he embarrassed, but she know she tryna rob
i punch her in her mouth and now she’s bleedin’ suwoo blood
she’s bleedin’ suwoo blood out her lips and now i hugged
on that b+tch, you know she tell on me and police know where i was, no
[?] know they knew where i was
but i ran down the corner and i had to get that bud
right there and i drink it by myself
strike her in her face, on her lip
now i’m like a biker tatted up on my arms
and you know i got that charm
’cause i f+cked her in her p+ssy, gave her p+ssy bodily harm
with my c+ck, with my c+ck, and i f+cked her, didn’t stop
and you know i [?]
everybody know what i represent is cokey shorez
posh gang, cspg, all these hoes, you know they sl+ts
yeah, they bring a n+gga money ’cause it really don’t matter
and you know her p+ssy wet, i’ma make it splatter
wit’ that c+ck, make it shatter, and i beat them walls down
ruben slikk, yeah, you know i told that hoe to calm down
shut yo mouth, shut yo mouth, b+tch, get up out my house, b+tch
finna f+ck some hoe’s in the back then i’m out, b+tch
hop up in that ‘lac, suit on, louis vizzle
got a bad b+tch sippin’ on that lean drizzle
put a x pill in that b+tch, get the skittles
get the d+mn molly and you split it down the middle
put it in your lean, then you share it wit’ your b+tch
let that b+tch get h+rny, then you let her take the d+ck
put her leg up in a v motion, then you stick
d+ck pipe up in her tw+t, let me stretch that coochie, b+tch
when you hear that queef, b+tch, then you know you hit it right
’cause it’s queefmobb on that ass when you f+ck her day to night
when you f+ck her day to night, b+tch, it’s queefmobb on that ass
and you know you got that x and you know we got the xan
she got a hunnid pack, holla at your man
holla at the kid ’cause it’s fifty for the gram
sike, b+tch, it’s sixty+five ’cause that sh+t so pure
that sh+t that pure yayo, man, that sh+t that pure yayo
yeah, that sh+t that pure yayo
and you know i’m jesus ’cause i am from bethlehem
[?] boys and you know we keep the pans
always tight ’cause he don’t give a d+mn
money, money, money, robbin’ all the b+tches
beat a n+gga ass ’cause he actin’ so suspicious
b+tch, you got a wire? i’ma stab you in your neck
b+tch, you got a wire? i’ma stab you in your chest
p+ssy n+gga, i am chucky, you know i’m finna k!ll you
you know we don’t give a f+ck, i’m scream, i’ma k!ll you
b+tch, i’m michael myers, b+tch, i’m michael myers
stab you in your stomach, do your ass like michael myers
chop ya head off (christboss)

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