LICK Lyrics – Rav

LICK Lyrics by Rav, Kill Bill: The Rapper is brand new song sung by Rav, Kill Bill: The Rapper and music of this latest song is given by Kill Bill: The Rapper. LICK song lyrics are also penned down by Rav, Kill Bill: The Rapper.


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Song: LICK
Singer: Rav, Kill Bill: The Rapper
Music: Kill Bill: The Rapper
Lyrics: Rav, Kill Bill: The Rapper

LICK Lyrics

Uh!
(woo!)

Ayo I been on
Sapping energy
Run the electric bill up
Brain gone
But a body of work remains
I keep that thang on
Blood thinned beyond the pale
Soak it up like a tampon
F**k the racket
We ball
My dude, this ain’t no ping pong
Uh!
Stretch the wax ‘fore I seal my blunt
Labels keep asking if I’ll piece my cut
Hope to bleed me dry and then leave abrupt
An industry of d!cks trynna eat mine up
Y’all can eat my butt
Turn around and proceed to receive my nut
You must be off a bean trynna thief of my funds
And deplete my gust
Hold up, ho-
Ho-hollup now, hollup
Hate the game, then put down the controller
Rav and Bill smoke a pound of that doja
Then pounce on the mic till the album is over
The city steeped in fetish
Squeezing endocrines
Every corner fills desires
I’m trynna pinpoint mine

Woah!
Fo’s on it! Blue inside the rearview how it strobe!
You all up in my ear just talking sh!t that you don’t know
What the f**k you smoking? Know that sh!t ain’t in my pack!
What the f**k you smoking? Know that sh!t ain’t in my pack!

Fo’s on it! Blue inside the rearview how it strobe!
You all up in my ear just talking sh!t that you don’t know
What the f**k you smoking? Know that sh!t ain’t in my pack!
What the f**k you smoking? Know that sh!t ain’t in my pack!

I need three more strikes (okay!)
I got froze in the pack (okay!)
Eighteens on the whip (okay!)
Tell your mans he ain’t sh!t
That’s word to bankroll
The scope look like Kano
This denim feel like wintertime
Bust it down, gon’ give me mines
On 57, I’ve been the man since Jump Street
Spin your block til it’s lunch meat
You get mad stabs like a Krump beat
I’ve been dumb sleep
What-what-what-what-
What’s a tag say? I got the sh!t
I might cop a house I might cop a whip
All you pocket watchers get to watching this
I’m on fire
Daytons on the white wall tires
You bought it? It’s coming from me
What do you see in this?
Potential
These instruments being in-strumental
You not touching me in this
It’s simple
It’s follow through to an end game
Who you talking to? I’m not stopping you
If it’s in your brain or sitting in your chest
I want it in my ears and we can see who pressed
45 in the bucket
F**k it
X-Pac, she gon’ suck it
Put another gold grill in my budget
Slime, I done broke a seal and I’m buzzing
I got no ceilings

Woah!
Fo’s on it! Blue inside the rearview how it strobe!
You all up in my ear just talking sh!t that you don’t know
What the f**k you smoking? Know that sh!t ain’t in my pack!
What the f**k you smoking? Know that sh!t ain’t in my pack!

Fo’s on it! Blue inside the rearview how it strobe!
You all up in my ear just talking sh!t that you don’t know
What the f**k you smoking? Know that sh!t ain’t in my pack!
What the f**k you smoking? Know that sh!t ain’t in my pack!

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