right pocket bangin - ruben slikk lyrics
[intro: lofty305]
yeah, lofty
what up renegade
this how we gon’ do this sh*t, bruh
[verse 1: lofty305]
late night p*ssy creep, late night p*ssy creep
leave that p*ssy meat six feet f*ckin’ deep
275 305, that be a n*gga name
chillin’ in the back of the club, ’bout to put the flame
to the tip of the blunt, got my d*ck in her c*nt
she addicted to this pimpin’, b*tch, she can’t get enough
klan n*ggas bangin’, posh gang bangin’
i’m wit’ them n*ggas wit’ the right pocket flag sw*ngin’
[chorus: ruben slikk]
left pocket bankin’, right pocket stankin’
left pocket bankin’, right pocket stankin’
left pocket bankin’, right pocket stankin’
left pocket bankin’, right pocket stankin’
left pocket bankin’, right pocket stankin’
lеft pocket bankin’, right pocket stankin’
left pockеt bankin’, right pocket stankin’
left pocket bankin’, right pocket stankin’
[verse 2: renegade]
left pocket bangin’, i got that .380
you know that n*gga renegade be up in lil’ halitis
salute the real n*gga, i’m in metro zu
i got them shottas who act like they from the d*mn zoo
in jamacia, f*ck a hater, n*gga, ’bout my f*ckin’ paper
n*gga tryna cop a 2013 navigator
once i get my money up, i told these b*tches, “man, i’m stuntin'”
and i’m stuntin’ on ’em n*ggas who was frontin’ i ain’t had it
[chorus: ruben slikk]
left pocket bankin’, right pocket stankin’
left pocket bankin’, right pocket stankin’
left pocket bankin’, right pocket stankin’
left pocket bankin’, right pocket stankin’
left pocket bankin’, right pocket stankin’
left pocket bankin’, right pocket stankin’
left pocket bankin’, right pocket stankin’
left pocket bankin’, right pocket stankin’
[verse 3:??]
black ski mask, slidin’ on yo b*tch fast
and i’m hidin’ in the grass wit’ the f*ckin’ ak
in the f*ckin’ front door, n*gga, step out
n*gga, get yo ass blast back to the f*ckin’ backdoor
backdoor, 44, n*gga, what you came for?
n*gga, i’m at yo f*ckin’ throat, n*gga, at you head to toe
stand right in front of you and blast yo f*ckin’ head off
headshots, slap him wit’ the fire, knock his dreads off
[verse 4: ruben slikk]
right pocket stankin’, right pocket stankin’
suwoo, red flag, dolce rag is hangin’
so you know we bangin’, ruben slikk be singin’
to these b*tches and this money who, to me, they bringin’
godd*mn, i got it, i’m rollin’ wit’ that banger
i got the choppa in the trunk and got that hunnid round bam*bam
that hunnid round bang*bang
that hunnid round bang*bang, f*ck wit’ a n*gga though
ruben slikk be f*ckin’ these b*tches in the p*ssy and in the assh0l*
oh yes, i do it, i do it like i’m supposed to do it
i f*ck her face and i’m pimpin’ all the prostitutes
she tell me game, i know her name
i see that p*ssy live, but i left it slain
i k!ll that sh*t, i drill that b*tch
i filled her wit’ my cum and then i drill that b*tch
i f*ck her two times, but i nutted four
times all up in her guts, once on her nose
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