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No Tilt Lyrics - Artist : Ski Mask "The Slump God"
[Ski Mask the Slump God:]
Ayy! Haha, basic smoke Water! Pussy bwoy, huh, look at it Bet, bet, bet, bet (look at it), bet Look at it, look at it, look at it! Bet, bet (huh, huh, huh, huh, huh!) Yuh (ayy!), yuh Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Diamonds on loop-de-loop So big it look like a hoop-de-hoop They tryna lock me in pigeon coop Even if so I would chop the roof Slick like I'm Rick Slick like a fork after used to eating ramen noodles I'm on a hunt like Attila the Hun or it's winter way Hungry for caribou (water!) Tryna bag me a bad and boujee barbie boo That be flipping like nickel when I rendezvous How I recycle money it's like déjà vu This not Snakes on a Plane, this is Gucci on my suit Whoops, I gave her sauce like oops We smoking, smell like a poop I just spilled sauce like whoops I just spilled sauce like, sauce like, sauce like, sauce like Sauce, sauce, sauce I just spilled sauce like whoops We smoking, smell like a poop Oops, whoops I just spilled sauce like whoops I just spilled sauce like oops We smoking, smell like a poop (water!) [Lil Yachty:] Diamonds, I like diamonds Niggas hate me cause I'm gettin' this guap Spend it all on diamonds Niggas fuck with me when I was coming up but I'm on they hatin' That don't make sense We all gettin' money boy why is you tense These washed up rappers be rinsed Bentley or Benz, whichever I'm in, got a bitch and her friends I live for my enemies, pray for my sins I beat that bitch mouth, leave a child on her chin Ring on my finger, nine times ten Fuck with the kid if you wanna lose friends I just met the bitch and she gave me her [?] My bitch from Vienna, ain't talkin' 'bout [?] I'm a rich young nigga from the county You a fake blood you don't bank bounty Better ask your main bitch how she found me Keep young real niggas all around me I said fuck cops, G-Wagon, truck stops Got a big knot, ayy! [A$AP Ferg:] Diamonds they loop-de-loop Hop in the coupe and swoop You is a Juicy Fruit You don't got juice you fruit Hop on that track and poop I'm spittin' that shit I'm the truth Bustin' that mac out the roof My bitch got an attitude Well I got a saline bag for you My bitch is so magical Make her disappear like a spectacle I'ma hit 'em with the Batman, uh Call me Master Bruce .45 make a nigga tap dance With the Mac in the backpack [Ski Mask the Slump God:] I just spilled sauce like whoops We smoking, smell like a poop Oops, whoops I just spilled sauce like whoops I just spilled sauce like oops We smoking, smell like a poop (water!) I just spilled sauce like whoops We smoking, smell like a poop Oops- |
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