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assistant pimpin - ruben slikk lyrics

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[intro]
slikk, slikk, codeine
christlord, wh-r-lord, finance
posh gang soo woo, wh-r-lord, finance, christlord, christlord
[verse 1: ruben slikk]
dark skinned lean thug popping your mug ho
shout outs to all the bad b-tches that i robbed
titty sucking n-gg-, all f-ck no love
ho pay when she [?] reppin’ trick mob
got a young b-tch with the shit get down to a n-gg- cause she know i’ma let her get [?]
daddy all mad at a n-gg- cause i hit his daughter in his d-mn bed and i stole the n-gg- watch
proper sexy young dapper n-gg-, fluff my pill just to make it look bigger, swagger
hoop shorts on with my b-tches, scoop snort pop pills and smoke swishers, swagger
tell me why my p-n-s so delicious, how come when i leave you’re really really gonna miss it, swagger
why ya n-gg- look at my nutrition, bet ya if i cooked him ain’t n-body gonna miss him, swagger
pistol in the bag god d-mnit, pistol in my god d-mn bag god d-mnit, d-mnit
load that clip better not touch shit, no prints with that rag god d-mnit, d-mnit
beat a n-gg- -ss no reason, f-ck a n-gg- b-tch no reason
fake friends really don’t need ’em, locked her in a room then a n-gg- dp’d her
b-tch text a n-gg- talkin’ bout some, will you help me sell my -ss
got a million guns, you ain’t got none
n-gg- wanna buy my gat
[?] on my d-ck, top me off and polish
money [?] paper in her wallet
b-tch text a n-gg- talkin’ bout some, will you help me sell my -ss
got a million guns, you ain’t got none
n-gg- wanna buy my gat
twerking on my d-ck, (suction) top me off and polish (suction)
money [?] paper in her wallet (her wallet)
[verse 2:marcy mane laheem]
(ahh, god d-mn)
cell phone keep on [?] b-tch like help me sell my -ss
i’m like dude who these tricks, b-tch now show me some cash
matter of fact, f-ck that i’mma just get me some -ss
matter of fact, f-ck that i’mma just go get me some cash
dark money records up in here, flexico ’bout to f-cking smash
smoking on the way blunts now i’m on my f-cking -ss
i fall down then i get up that’s my christly swag
screw boss, screw boss
she smooth like lou rawls
call me like a telethon, -ss shake like the twerk-a-thon
i’mma murk her like a murk-a-thon, i’mma sell her -ss
30 for the lease, i got prices for the -ss
if you do not got cash, debit for that -ss

(i uploaded this just cuz i wanna know the lyrics i can’t hear help a b-tch out)

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