[Intro: Slikadaice]
Slikada-Slikadaice!
[Chorus: Slikadaice]
Been fuckin' on ya bitch, and she knew this shit was a tag team
Roll her on her side, I fuck her good until her back bleed
Rolled me up some Doja, told her smoke up this is that weed
He said he could beat me rapping, bro, I’m dying here, laughing
[Verse 1: Slikadaice]
Tag team on a bad bitch, tag team on ya mattress
Tag team, who the fastest? Tag team the pussy to a casket
She call my dick, "Mr. Elastic" ('Stic)
Could be a rockslide, but this cookie never crumbles
She on her backside, ask her how I got that pussy pummeled
Pass hеr to the team, no getting out thе ring like Royal Rumble
Push her to the side, I’m all about the drop just like a fumble
Since 2001, been makin' shots just like Mutumbo
No baseball, but ya guts getting dugout, just like a rello
Getting that green, Donatello, they all talk 'til I walk in, then they soft like pillows
We could tag team ya bitch in a twist like Phillips, punch him in his mouth, knock him out, damn, get up
That’s a crazy ass get-up, bitch, just get up, tryna get it up like my dick doin' sit-ups
Better watch out, that Glock got hiccups, call him loose leaf, by the way he getting ripped up
Came at me the wrong way, so I had to bitch 'em, I ain’t playing games like chess, no bishop
Know a bitch that fuck with the poles, no fisher or stripper
I’m like Edward with the scissors, I go crazy with the swishers
[Segue: DefNOTBio]
NSAYN Entertainment
[Verse 2: DefNOTBio]
You don't wanna tango, I'll let that thang blow
I will be floodin' the main road, you gonna need more than a rain coat (NSAYN!)
You couldn’t stand a chance, even if you had bleachers, I will get on yo' tracks
I don't mean a feature, he talkin loud, but I don't see a speaker
I wish you would, I got choppas like beavers, slide on his heels
Like he put on some sneakers, I'll leave him shook, like he just had a
Seizure
Like it's winter time, turn up with the heaters
I am not frontin', so you better back off, get hit with this MAC, I don't slap-box
I'm cold as hell, with the way that I slide, would've thought I was Jack Frost
Billy the Goat, Slikadaice, yeah, we are some Rap Gods, we run it up
We some muh'fuckin' trackstars, I was up in the trenches, I felt like a vet that came out a war
I don't care what you think of me, go ‘head and cut me off, bitch, I've been count out before
Shit, I'll be your chauffeur if you wanna walk out the door
I don't give a fuck 'bout a system, get rid of that shit like I'm sellin' a PS4
But if you wanna play, then my gun's what I'm reachin' for, rhat bullshit is what you'll be bleedin' for
I don't fuck around like a virgin, I'll open your chest like a surgeon
Is it really worth it? I promise that you will get put on a shirt, bitch
He went down that road, so I took his will like he ain't have a permit
I told him, "don't do it," he did it, so guess what? He earned it
[Chorus: Slikadaice]
Been fuckin' on ya bitch, and she knew this shit was a tag team
Soon as we got in, she took off all her clothes. no asking
Then push her to the side. she askin', "why?" 'Cause you a has-been
She ballin' out her eyes, she crying loud like this shit tragic
[Verse 3: Slikadaice & DefNOTBio]
Give her that D, generation X, tag team in, then I do a suplex
I don’t even give a fuck who’s next, got 'em jumpin' 'round like a card deck
Bitch, these bullets can pierce through ya hard head
If I take ya car from the lot, I ain’t doin no parkin' (We not parkin')
They been hungry for me to slip up, so they starvin' (Fuckin' starvin')
Got ya bitch up in the bed, and her back ain’t got no problems arching (No problem)
Gettin' her wet, no signs for caution (That flow is wet), yeah, I do this too much. yeah, I do it often
[Verse 4: DefNOTBio]
After I hit, yeah, she gave me top like an uppercut
Shawty went down and blew me, no bubble gum, yeah, you talkin' heavy
And think that you tough enough, that strap is gon' ride like it's buckled-up
Quit worryin' 'bout me, and quit sayin' that you will be runnin' up, yeah, you broke as fuck and you talkin' 'bout steppin'
Go get up your hustle, bruh, you need to be quick on yo' feet like it's double dutch
I been a stepper, my gun: it got kick like a shoe brand
Thirty in my 'K, yeah, that's more than a few bands, to you, it's just music and lyrics, I think that you’re Hugh Grant
No retirement home, but I used to move grams, and I stayed with the instruments
Like I'm up in a school band
Slikada-Slikadaice!
[Chorus: Slikadaice]
Been fuckin' on ya bitch, and she knew this shit was a tag team
Roll her on her side, I fuck her good until her back bleed
Rolled me up some Doja, told her smoke up this is that weed
He said he could beat me rapping, bro, I’m dying here, laughing
[Verse 1: Slikadaice]
Tag team on a bad bitch, tag team on ya mattress
Tag team, who the fastest? Tag team the pussy to a casket
She call my dick, "Mr. Elastic" ('Stic)
Could be a rockslide, but this cookie never crumbles
She on her backside, ask her how I got that pussy pummeled
Pass hеr to the team, no getting out thе ring like Royal Rumble
Push her to the side, I’m all about the drop just like a fumble
Since 2001, been makin' shots just like Mutumbo
No baseball, but ya guts getting dugout, just like a rello
Getting that green, Donatello, they all talk 'til I walk in, then they soft like pillows
We could tag team ya bitch in a twist like Phillips, punch him in his mouth, knock him out, damn, get up
That’s a crazy ass get-up, bitch, just get up, tryna get it up like my dick doin' sit-ups
Better watch out, that Glock got hiccups, call him loose leaf, by the way he getting ripped up
Came at me the wrong way, so I had to bitch 'em, I ain’t playing games like chess, no bishop
Know a bitch that fuck with the poles, no fisher or stripper
I’m like Edward with the scissors, I go crazy with the swishers
[Segue: DefNOTBio]
NSAYN Entertainment
[Verse 2: DefNOTBio]
You don't wanna tango, I'll let that thang blow
I will be floodin' the main road, you gonna need more than a rain coat (NSAYN!)
You couldn’t stand a chance, even if you had bleachers, I will get on yo' tracks
I don't mean a feature, he talkin loud, but I don't see a speaker
I wish you would, I got choppas like beavers, slide on his heels
Like he put on some sneakers, I'll leave him shook, like he just had a
Seizure
Like it's winter time, turn up with the heaters
I am not frontin', so you better back off, get hit with this MAC, I don't slap-box
I'm cold as hell, with the way that I slide, would've thought I was Jack Frost
Billy the Goat, Slikadaice, yeah, we are some Rap Gods, we run it up
We some muh'fuckin' trackstars, I was up in the trenches, I felt like a vet that came out a war
I don't care what you think of me, go ‘head and cut me off, bitch, I've been count out before
Shit, I'll be your chauffeur if you wanna walk out the door
I don't give a fuck 'bout a system, get rid of that shit like I'm sellin' a PS4
But if you wanna play, then my gun's what I'm reachin' for, rhat bullshit is what you'll be bleedin' for
I don't fuck around like a virgin, I'll open your chest like a surgeon
Is it really worth it? I promise that you will get put on a shirt, bitch
He went down that road, so I took his will like he ain't have a permit
I told him, "don't do it," he did it, so guess what? He earned it
[Chorus: Slikadaice]
Been fuckin' on ya bitch, and she knew this shit was a tag team
Soon as we got in, she took off all her clothes. no asking
Then push her to the side. she askin', "why?" 'Cause you a has-been
She ballin' out her eyes, she crying loud like this shit tragic
[Verse 3: Slikadaice & DefNOTBio]
Give her that D, generation X, tag team in, then I do a suplex
I don’t even give a fuck who’s next, got 'em jumpin' 'round like a card deck
Bitch, these bullets can pierce through ya hard head
If I take ya car from the lot, I ain’t doin no parkin' (We not parkin')
They been hungry for me to slip up, so they starvin' (Fuckin' starvin')
Got ya bitch up in the bed, and her back ain’t got no problems arching (No problem)
Gettin' her wet, no signs for caution (That flow is wet), yeah, I do this too much. yeah, I do it often
[Verse 4: DefNOTBio]
After I hit, yeah, she gave me top like an uppercut
Shawty went down and blew me, no bubble gum, yeah, you talkin' heavy
And think that you tough enough, that strap is gon' ride like it's buckled-up
Quit worryin' 'bout me, and quit sayin' that you will be runnin' up, yeah, you broke as fuck and you talkin' 'bout steppin'
Go get up your hustle, bruh, you need to be quick on yo' feet like it's double dutch
I been a stepper, my gun: it got kick like a shoe brand
Thirty in my 'K, yeah, that's more than a few bands, to you, it's just music and lyrics, I think that you’re Hugh Grant
No retirement home, but I used to move grams, and I stayed with the instruments
Like I'm up in a school band
( DefNOTBio & Slikadaice )
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