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ski mask the slump god – r.i.p roach “east side soulja” lyrics

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[intro: xxxtentacion & stain]
(moaning)
ayy, ayy, ayy
n-gga, where the f-ck is the…
ayy!

[verse 1: xxxtentacion]
cocaine for my breakfast (what?)
hold that pistol ambidextrous, uh (yuh, yuh)
p-ssy boy talk reckless (ayy)
he might end up on a stretcher, uh (yuh, b-tch)
f-ck with my set (ayy)
you get wet, like a p-ssy, yuh (yuh, yuh)
sauce, what i spilled (yuh, yuh)
on my kilt, she need milk, okay, like… (ayy, ayy)
xxx on a k!llstreak, huh (b-tch)
you p-ssy n-ggas rice krispie, uh (what?)
f-ck a white b-tch on a 6 speed (yuh)
6 stars like gta, k!ll me, uh (f-ck)
it’s more money i’m getting (ayy)
if a n-gga tryna take, wig splitting ’em (ayy)
shouts out to my zoe, they k!lled my vro (yuh, yuh)
so, b-tch, off rip now, i’m like… (ayy)

[chorus: xxxtentacion & ski mask the slump god]
mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh)
not no b-tch, not no b-tch, yuh (yuh, what?)
mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh)
not no b-tch, not no b-tch, uh (yuh, ayy)
mama raised a soldier (yuh, yuh)
not no b-tch, not no b-tch, uh (yuh, ayy)
mama raised a soldier (yuh, what?)
not no b-tch, not no b-tch, yuh (huh)
mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh)
not no b-tch, not no b-tch, ayy (yuh, okay, you all right?)
r.i.p. my zoe, ayy (yuh, uh)
r.i.p. my zoe, okay (uh, yuh)
r.i.p. my zoe, ayy (huh, yuh)
r.i.p. my zoe, okay (hey, all-all right?)
r.i.p. my zoe, yuh (yuh, yuh)
r.i.p. my zoe, okay (yuh, yuh)
r.i.p. my soul (*laugh* ayy, my who?)
yuh (rest in peace, my soul, man)
ayy (yuh, man)

[interlude: ski mask the slump god, stain, xxxtentacion]
tide, b-tch
i got my handicaps on this b-tch
i’m ’bout to sip this motherf-ckin’ water
that’s not even water (that wa-that wasn’t water)
i stole that boy’s sh-t
(where the f-ck is a…)
ayy

[verse 2: ski mask the slump god]
came from the dirt, you can’t hit my purp
said my diamonds wetter than some sweat, absurd
gold up on my wrist’s lookin’ sunny, big bird
hit ’em with the, hit ’em with the numbers like a nerd
ayy, let’s slide sixth wall, i’m tied
call my pockets knotty ’cause they sloppy, oh, my
i could be xzibit, might pimp my ride
wet pleasure rather pay the rafs, like christ
hit my b-tch like bruno, uh
get a b-tch wet, no juno, uh
put it in her mouth like uno, uh
chest, all polo like, “kudos!”, ayy
dog–ss n-gga like cujo, uh
face card bad who you know, ayy
she all wet like fructose, ayy
diamonds on like they cheat codes, ayy



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