Текст Ski Mask «The Slump God» – Shit Talk

Ryan Santan:
Hi, my name’s Ryan
You might wanna turn this the fuck up
Slap this shit on your muthafuckin’ 808s

$ki Mask:
Feel like Mr. T, A nigga ’bout to T up
Bitch can’t fuck up my re-up

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with the feet up

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but no diva
Ay, Move that work, Magneto, ay
My plug look like Carlito, ay
Best in the booth on the East Coast (Mmm)
Got my chest feeling like Cee-Lo Green
Lean, mean, making-money machine
Off the coke keys I be sleep off the lean
Donkey Kong the pussy, hit it like BLING
At the gates of hell I still got on ‘Preme
Oops, what I spilled, Sauce, ay
What I want, Porsche, ay
Running man, gone, ay
Throwing money, Randy Moss
I’m smokin’ on cannabis feeling like Hannibal
Handle your fade and I damage it (Mmm)
Puncture my enemies, I’m the best candidate
Drip for the cash and I ran with it (Mmm)
Palace on my body, I’m the man (Mmm)

Pollari:
I fucked that hoe on the beach, yeah
Slump move that shit by the key, yeah
All of these hoes they on me, yeah
93 Octane my seat, yeah
I got gold on my teeth, yeah
I got some gold on my rings, yeah
I got your hoe in my sheets, yeah
Fuck that ‘lil bitch for a week, yeah
All of these bitches they need me, yeah
I move that water like Fiji, yeah
All of these niggas they hating like Bynum
I can’t see none of ’em, Stevie, yeah
Lil b be suckin’ my peepee, yeah
Foreign hoe looking like RiRi, yeah
I think that boy wanna be me, yeah
I drop the top so you see me, yeaaah