5uwoo pussy - ruben slikk lyrics
[intro]
suwoo blood, b*tch, suwoo blood, b*tch
suwoo blood, b*tch, so we beat the p*ssy raw
suwoo blood, b*tch, so we beat the p*ssy raw
suwoo blood, b*tch, so we beat the p*ssy raw
suwoo blood, b*tch, so we beat the p*ssy raw
suwoo blood, b*tch (beat the p*ssy raw, beat the p*ssy raw)
[chorus]
suwoo blood, b*tch, so we beat the p*ssy raw
suwoo blood, b*tch, so we beat the p*ssy raw
suwoo blood, b*tch, so we beat the p*ssy raw
suwoo blood, b*tch, so we beat the p*ssy raw
suwoo blood, b*tch, yeah, we beat the p*ssy raw
suwoo blood, b*tch, yeah, we beat the p*ssy raw
suwoo blood, b*tch, yeah, we beat the p*ssy raw
suwoo blood, b*tch, yeah, we beat the p*ssy raw
[verse 1]
man, i f*cked that stupid sl*t
f*cked her from the back
and i stuck it in her trunk
then i f*cked her in the club
man, my d*ck is screamin’, uh
man, it’s drippin’ wit’ some blood
but i don’t blood ’cause i’m suwoo blood
[?] came in through this b*tch, i don’t give a f*ck
suwoo posh gang, suwoo blood
i f*cked her in the mouth ’cause i’m suwoo blood
my d*ck is drippin’ wit’ some blood ’cause i’m suwoo blood
b*tch, my d*ck is drippin’ wit’ some blood like suwoo blood
walked up in the club, man, i got some diamonds on
f*cked her wit’ my panties on, i don’t give a f*ck, hoe
i f*cked her in her mouth and i f*cked her [?]
man, i’m cummin’ on her hair, man, i don’t even know
[verse 2: ruben slikk]
got lean in this b*tch, shawty
everybody know that they want that powder
everybody know that we will devour
and murder every n*gga in the f*ckin’ shower
and we got the choppa, got the nine on me
and we got the cleaver, yeah, the f*ckin’ cleaver
stab you wit’ the cleaver, man, ching*ching
stab your ass like scream, n*gga, i’m the king
ruben slikk sell cream and banana things
got banana ak’s and they go for three
p*ssy n*gga got bodies on them d*mn thangs
and we use ’em too, know what i’m sayin’?
f*ck n*gga talk sh*t, he’ll know what i’m sprayin’
’cause i got the revolver, i’m just sayin’
leave your ass dead
ruben slikk smokin’ weed, part time [?]
n*gga mad, suck a d*ck
“why you talkin’ f*ckin’ sh*t?” man, i’m the sh*t
that’s why, that’s a good reason for this sh*t
robots slower, b*tch, morse code sh*t
d*mn, why you always gotta do it?
what you ain’t sayin’ that you talkin’ ’bout doin’
d*mn, i f*ck her in her booty
so i really did this sh*t, so it ain’t cutie
no more, no h0m*
f*cked her in her mouth
then i told her digiorno is what a n*gga cookin’
for your b*tch ass, because you gettin’ shooken
then i go into the restaurant and get some hoes
to pimp and f*ck these b*tches and nut on they nose
my n*gga, i’m sippin’ that syrup, my n*gga, i’m sippin’ that syrup
my n*gga, i’m sippin’ that syrup, my n*gga, i’m drinkin’ that sh*t
sizzurp, sizzurp, sizzurp
oh my god, young n*gga
sizzurp, sizzurp, sizzurp, n*gga
oh my god, young n*gga
sizzurp, sizzurp, sizzurp, n*gga
oh my god you know everything i do
when i have to [?]
baby want some sizzurp, passed the l so i tapped it
oh my god, let me a whole pint, b*tch
two*fifty for the pint, spent a nickel on the tech, b*tch
oh my god, activist, oh my gosh, sizzurp
two*fifty for the f*ckin’ pint
gotta get the lean, one gallon of nut
for the b*tches, suck me up
ruben slikk no dime a dozen
everybody neat like uncle scrooge
gettin’ money, do what i do
middle finger to the motherf*ckin’ [?] your f*ckin’ crew
you can keep that four*five, yeah, yeah, and sand it down
ruben slikk gon’ get the rifle, get the tec, sand it down
sand it down, let the b*tch rust up, throw the b*tch in the bushes, mane
grab the gun when i need the sh*t then just get to bustin’, mane
[outro: ruben slikk]
like, bop*bop*bop*bop*bop
grraahh, bop*bop*bop*bop*bop*bop*bop
semi*automatic, ayy, shawty
semi*automatic like ggrrrrahhh
and i be like oh my god i took the pin out this b*tch
and this sh*t’s full automatic
and it got that meex, oh my god
drinkin’ nut like out the shot glass
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