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$lick Tha Rula

$lick Tha Rula is a musical artist known for his unique style and emotive lyrics. His music incorporates elements of hip-hop and trap, with deep, introspective themes often explored in his songs. He has gained a strong underground following for his raw talent and ability to connect with listeners through his music. more »

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Bitch, I'm about to blow
Can feel it in my bones
Put that on my soul
Yeah, I think I'm slick
Yeah, I think I'm slick
Slick talk
Heard it get lonely at the top
So ain't no different than the bottom
I got left right where I stood
But I ain't never do no poutin
I ain't like where I was goin' with my life
So I rerouted
Gotta mush it in they face
So I don't ever feel forgotten
It be somethin' bout that feelin
That I get when I'm behind that mic
I'm bout to blow
So get beside me before I up the price
This music shit is in me like a fein
When he get on that ice
Real selective with the beats
They gotta hit like Kimbo Slice
Comin' out a small city, hotter than a sauna
Niggas crabs in the bucket
I'm a shark up in that water
That lil' bitch, she got a temper
So I told her I don't want her
I be that pretty motherfucker
So I pick and choose which hoe I wanna
Thought I was a rookie
Till I slam dunked it on her
I need you to eat this shit up
Like a dunkin donut
I got that crack dick
Come here, I got somethin' to show you
I keep that fye bitch
So just watch how you approach me
I don't show my face alot don't know what's said
When I'm not around
Just know that it ain't pleasant
Why I gotta keep that Glock around
Safety first, this shit ain't got no safety
I'ma gun him down
I'm finna pop like a balloon
Lettin' you know from now
Boom!
Blow
Bitch, I'm bout to blow
Can feel it in my bones
Put that on my soul
That be my intuition
I'm peekin' at my goals
I'm focused on the dough
You hear me, I'm bout to blow
Ayy, bitch, I go boo coo crazy
But I can't be your lady
Real street bitch from the 80's
F*ck me good that dick ain't lazy
I did it before, I'ma do it again
I'm chargin' him 20 a pop for a 10
Say he with his mans then I'm bringin' a friend
I like that lil' Cartier shit on his lens
I'ma young tender, with me you in trouble
Bought a new ass, so she got her a bubble
Play with my titties, he like when they juggle
I stay with a nigga, I keep him on shuffle
They piecin' me up like they homie
Can't f*ck with these bitches, they phony
Got niggas that say that they want me
And bitches that's hatin' and don't even know me
Bitches be talkin', just tryna be heard
Bitches is ugly, whole click full of birds
Cut the ho off, he was workin' my nerves
Ain't talkin' bout why I ain't hittin' him first
Knowin' she ain't with that, but she talkin' like she bold
Slapped my first bitch when I was just like eight years old
Ain't fuckin' with no nigga with no motion, boy, you broke
Now you can call it what you want, they know I'm diggin' for that gold
My jail nigga callin', put my other one on hold
Bitch, I'm known for wildin', bet not get me in my mode
He callin' me the devil, cause he say I took his soul
Y'all bitches is some fiends, clearly I'm the one he chose
Every time he see me, he say that I make it grow
And you might've kept your man if you kept that mouth closed
I'm finna
Blow, bitch, I'm about to blow
Alright, come on, okay, okay, let's go
Uh-huh
I said I'ma make it, she didn't believe me
I had to cut that bitch off cause I ain't for the stressin, I'ma be there any minute,
Don't got time for all that naggin' shit for real, that shit just be killin' me
Busy gettin' rich off music, I don't even want that pussy right now, you can keep it
Already knowin', most of these bitches only got they pussy to offer, just keep it
I had to get off my ass and go get a bag stackin' racks all the way to the ceiling
I got a bad lil' bitch that'll do what I want, she give head don't need no reason
Bitch, don't do me wrong, that get back strong, won't stop till I make this shit even
Alright, come on
99 problems on my hands
Really, I need me a hundred bands
Used to be broke, sellin' grams
Now I get turkeys, on demand
Don't believe the shit that they say about me, come see about it yourself
Used to count the stars to sleep, thinkin' of ideas to increase my wealth
Let's go
Maybe I got the flu cause I'm the sickest
Never the little one, bitch, I'm the biggest
Puttin' my name on them records like Guinness
Just gettin' started, I'm far from finished
Bitch, I'm the one that put on for the city
Lovin' my name, autograph on her titty
Flow on the mic like we Tupac and Biggie
Let em know Slick, that we runnin' the city
This shit gettin too easy, man, this shit just comin', just comin
Slick talk

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