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ruben slikk - yo city lyrics

[hook]
f+ck buku hoes in yo city
too+toot the dope in yo city
might shoot the coke to yo city incase yo partners robbing dope dealers
all in this b+tch it’s no feelings, great lawyers b+tch it’s no sealings
that oil got me straight leaning, that foil got the b+tch fiending
f+ck buku hoes in yo city
too+toot the dope in yo city
might shoot the coke to yo city incase yo partners robbing dope dealers
all in this b+tch it’s no feelings, great lawyers b+tch it’s no sealings
that oil got me straight leaning, that foil got the b+tch fiending

[verse 1]
hear the bird walk, bilderberg wallet, bands on deck like i’m bilderberg woadie
trap game rap game bilderberg woadie you ain’t getting money shawty get yo feelings hurt
smoke too much motherf+cking og, two sl+tty freaks on me in the sheets
ima pop ya monk ass in the sh+t dumb b+tch
you ain’t got guap b+tch ima tell that ass flee
upscale work coke flock by the geese
let a b+tch swim like a hoe in the streets
let a b+tch cook like a b+tch with a f+cking cook book tryna cook a pimp something to eat
[?] smoking blueberry with hash [?]
brothel my pad, pimping so often [?]
i told the b+tch f+ck it just slurp me instead, acquiring bread, inspiring cred
her trappers in motion her mouth filled with lotion i poke her she gag
[hook]
f+ck buku hoes in yo city
too+toot the dope in yo city
might shoot the coke to yo city incase yo partners robbing dope dealers
all in this b+tch it’s no feelings, great lawyers b+tch it’s no sealings
that oil got me straight leaning, that foil got the b+tch fiending
f+ck buku hoes in yo city
too+toot the dope in yo city
might shoot the coke to yo city incase yo partners robbing dope dealers
all in this b+tch it’s no feelings, great lawyers b+tch it’s no sealings
that oil got me straight leaning, that foil got the b+tch fiending

[verse 2]
n+ggas hating on me at the store watch a n+gga tax them for the 30 for a 4
play me like a silly leave you gooey on the floor
b+tch i’m smoking on that chewie while i’m doing h+lla blow
and my young n+ggas tote that thumper on the low
i’m breezing past security as if he didn’t know
she acting like she heard of me she nothing but a hoe so i had to keep it moving while she yapping i igno’
several other b+tches tryna hit me on my phone
[?] stinky hoes told you all to leave me lone
even though you pretty ain’t no pity for a shone
you can shoot a crispy 50 for a pretty little stone
i’m a money making n+gga staying focused on my health
with the haitian voodoo on me hocus pocus with a spell
[?] squeezing at your throat
buss a cap just like a lychee while she suck me like a hoe
n+ggas fragile and they [?]
but you obviously [?] finnicky fasho
[?] scratch palmetto bug ass n+gga get squished [?]
[?]
booty shaking with yo dawgs for some 1’s ass n+gga
you a actual h0m+ stunting ass n+gga but you f+ck with the wrong a+1 ass n+gga
ion f+ck with your kind, all your work mine, i ain’t even mad i ain’t even tryna shine
[?]

f+ck buku hoes in yo city
too+toot the dope in yo city
might shoot the coke to yo city incase yo partners robbing dope dealers
all in this b+tch it’s no feelings, great lawyers b+tch it’s no sealings
that oil got me straight leaning, that foil got the b+tch fiending

- ruben slikk lyrics

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