I Sing 4 U Songtext
von Ruben Slikk
I Sing 4 U Songtext
The Nigga Slikk an inspiration to the young world
The people I paint images with my style and my tongue for
Smokin′ trees thinkin' what do I need lungs for?
Fuckin′ wit' that yayo thinkin' what do I need ones for?
Do your thing, keep lames out your circle
Keep your brain on your paper, put the flame to the purple
Just escape the negativity, them haters can′t hurt you
When them haters can′t see you, but them haters wanna murk you
The universe is yours and the cosmos is infinite
A galaxy of opportunities for every incident
Take the good with the bad, but in increments
The bad can't hurt you when you′re one of God's instruments
The Architect of the bridge to your dreams
Astro Slikk, I′m the Mofukkin Kang
To you I sing, prosperity is what a nigga obtain
Get your money first, nigga, fuck fame
'Cause these hoes ain′t loyal, they will leave you stuck, mane
And be careful who you choose to fuck, mane
When you're livin' for the nut, you′re dyin′ for the same thing
And all you hoes that be getting gangbanged
On that X, sellin' pussy, gettin′ major change, mane
It ain't too early or too late to change lanes
Keep it movin′ step it up, no need to be ashamed, mane
So soak it up and crumble to the same game
Three sides to the pleasure overtake your brain, mane
Fresh thing, for the niggas and the hoes
Fifteen, seventeen, thirty years old
Cultivate the mind, unwind let it grow
Keep the thoughts on the paper, put the yola on the stove
And every soul is influential to the globe
Dig deep up in your heart to find the love and let it flow
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
For my niggas with the kush
And for the hoes who love the way a nigga look
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And for my bonafide crooks
And the hoes hittin' licks and them all feelin′ shook
I'm a Nigga, I'ma do my thing
Fuck the PoPo they can suck my ding-a-ling
Motherfuck a rap, ′cause a nigga finna sing
Gizmo′s on the track and he full of that change
What the fuck he talkin' ′bout?
Ruben Slikk got the diamonds in his fuckin' mouth
And to the hoes that wanna fuck
Get a nigga rich so your boy can bust a nut, yeah-yeahhh
I sing this shit for you
The people I paint images with my style and my tongue for
Smokin′ trees thinkin' what do I need lungs for?
Fuckin′ wit' that yayo thinkin' what do I need ones for?
Do your thing, keep lames out your circle
Keep your brain on your paper, put the flame to the purple
Just escape the negativity, them haters can′t hurt you
When them haters can′t see you, but them haters wanna murk you
The universe is yours and the cosmos is infinite
A galaxy of opportunities for every incident
Take the good with the bad, but in increments
The bad can't hurt you when you′re one of God's instruments
The Architect of the bridge to your dreams
Astro Slikk, I′m the Mofukkin Kang
To you I sing, prosperity is what a nigga obtain
Get your money first, nigga, fuck fame
'Cause these hoes ain′t loyal, they will leave you stuck, mane
And be careful who you choose to fuck, mane
When you're livin' for the nut, you′re dyin′ for the same thing
And all you hoes that be getting gangbanged
On that X, sellin' pussy, gettin′ major change, mane
It ain't too early or too late to change lanes
Keep it movin′ step it up, no need to be ashamed, mane
So soak it up and crumble to the same game
Three sides to the pleasure overtake your brain, mane
Fresh thing, for the niggas and the hoes
Fifteen, seventeen, thirty years old
Cultivate the mind, unwind let it grow
Keep the thoughts on the paper, put the yola on the stove
And every soul is influential to the globe
Dig deep up in your heart to find the love and let it flow
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
For my niggas with the kush
And for the hoes who love the way a nigga look
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And for my bonafide crooks
And the hoes hittin' licks and them all feelin′ shook
I'm a Nigga, I'ma do my thing
Fuck the PoPo they can suck my ding-a-ling
Motherfuck a rap, ′cause a nigga finna sing
Gizmo′s on the track and he full of that change
What the fuck he talkin' ′bout?
Ruben Slikk got the diamonds in his fuckin' mouth
And to the hoes that wanna fuck
Get a nigga rich so your boy can bust a nut, yeah-yeahhh
I sing this shit for you
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