[Ruby da Cherry:] You can catch me chillin' with the polar bears Bogus, fucking jokes on us sucka punch Dat dare sweatshirt wearing mothafucka $crim Scarier Ric Flair been there done jack Sack full of cash Backpack of hash Grab that stash and dash There ain't never a clash Rip a flash Swallow ya soul through a flask Grab that mask and never look back Black plague sick Oh wait I meant to say slick Pissin' on his missin' MRS Dippin' the tip in the grip And sipin' glory, tippin' maury It's a fuckin' secret story Kinda boring, yeah (UH) Stormin' in the southeast Shit it's really pourin' But I'm snorin' Hit the alarm clock While my stocks in farm blocks Gets hot, like a pot On the fuckin' stove oven top
[$lick $loth:] Ridin' solo, through Kyoto With four hoes, I'm a no show For more shows, wanna tango Drinkin' faygo, maybe mango Got a tan ho, couple tan bros Make a fan go, to the van ho Fuck her mouth til the tears start pourin' out I'm just chillin' eating pizza in a foreign house Quiet as a mouse, plottin' on a spouse What's this all about? I don't even know Only thing I know is that I'm throwed Sippin' and spillin' Villians is chillin' Eatin' on children It's Scrimmy the villian Got penicillin Munchin on Chili's Pop a few wheelies Pop a few pillies Bite a few tities With my homeboy timmy Grippin' on semis (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
