DA FLAME lyrics
by Ruben Slikk
[Verse 1: JT Thrilla]
JT Thrilla, get the skrilla on the regular
Head honcho n*gga witcha b*tch all on my schedule-ah
Riding with vanilla, though, got a pound of chocolate
Put it in yo b*tches throat and let yo b*tch just gargle it
Make her titties wobble when I titty f*ck all on that b*tch
JT Thrilla, n*gga, Miyayo pimp sh*t
b*tches suck my di*k I bust my nut on where her lips be
All up in the mix, like some goddamn bisquik
Bean (bean), bean (bean), JT Thrilla, dawg
305 serving up straight drop vanilla, dawg
sh*t, got fifths like the ocean
Made ya main hoe jack the di*k with some lotion
305 baby, nah its not that 80s
Outside di*k make these hoes go crazy
Stank ass hoe, holla at ya n*gga then
White hoes and ya boy got bout 10 of them, damn
[Hook: Ruben Slikk]
That's why I gotcho b*tch, that's why I keep the flame
Ak make a n*gga do the woo-chant
Bad b*tches and they all selling poon-chain
Make the pus*y red like a mad b*tch moo-rang
[Verse 2: Unknown]
Ro-ro shawty, riding in a sports car
Miyayo cuban boss, popping tags in ???
Bad ass b*tches on my di*k, I had to force her
Took a fat beck cuz these hoes are not important
Your b*tch like me and your pimp game dormant
Fire ass kush got the whole block scorching
Catch a n*gga rover in the trap daily
Servin' up the ice cream, extra extra dairy
305 n*gga got the 9, never scary
All white birds just like my dawg Larry
Beat the pus*y, sell the pus*y, shaved or hairy
Play with the damn work, so you never have to worry
Ice cream white like a damn McFlurry
Busted in her eye now her vision so blurry
Ro-ro the trap man, gat all black man
b*tch gimme brain, so I call that b*tch a cat scan
[Hook: Ruben Slikk]
That's why I gotcho b*tch, that's why I keep the flame
Ak make a n*gga do the woo-chant
Bad b*tches and they all selling poon-chain
Make the pus*y red like a mad b*tch moo-rang
[Verse 3: Ruben Slikk]
It's astroslikk, b*tch I'm balling in a seven league
Find a b*tch and mack a b*tch and check her for her presidents
pus*y n*gga hating but that sh*t is so irrelevant
Donk rider heavenly, vanilla, man, we selling it
Fifty for the sack, and that pus*y, man, I'm selling it
Miyayo mack, pimping hoes who say they selling sh*t
Beat them b*tches from the back and leave their pussies swelling, b*tch
How a n*gga f*ck a b*tch and make her get my dividence
When I bust my nut I told that b*tch to suck my di*k again
Fresh black n*gga, Louis V up on my tennis shoes
Can't you see I'm royalty? These b*tches love to spoil me
True to the game, all my b*tches got loyalty
Stick my di*k all in her mouth and let her tongue just coil me
Ex-trap n*gga turned boss to the b*tches
Astroslikk, flipping twat, getting digits
b*tches drink my nut and tell a n*gga it's delicious
[Hook: Ruben Slikk]
That's why I gotcho b*tch, that's why I keep the flame
Ak make a n*gga do the woo-chant
Bad b*tches and they all selling poon-chain
Make the pus*y red like a mad b*tch moo-rang