Surrender lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul]
(Hey, listen)
(Damn, son, this must be a DJ Smokey exclusive)
.45 automatic Glock makes you feel the wrath
.45 automatic Glock makes you feel the wrath
.45 automatic Glock makes you feel the wrath
Blow yo ass to outer space
Blow yo ass to outer space

[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
Hittin' them fat licks all alone
Flossin', schemin'
Longing for some of your
Tender love
Waiting for the right
Moment to c*m
So I can make you love
Feel so good wit' this bad b*tch on my di*k

[Verse 1: Ruben Slikk]
I be suckin' on yo titty when we roll (And you feel good)
Almost raped you, I was sh*tty off them balls (But I didn't though)
The Black Migo Gang my swagger like I'm lost (With the bills, ho)
Make a twister on that pus*y wit' my jaws (How it feel, ho?)
Yung Fishmeex, b*tch (Who f*ckin' for free?)
God a bad mixed b*tch (Who suck it for cheap)
Gang of slow pokes (Tell 'em suck on the meat)
Pimpin' ain't dead, ain't none (f*ckin' wit' me)
Got flock to buy, X for sale
So much X, got sex in Hell
Might cut you off, but she thexxy as hell
Might cut you off, but she thexxy as hell
Sixty-dollar necklace, baby, forty-dollar bracelet
Sippin' on some activist, it's bloody like I raped a b*tch
Caramel skin completion, shawty emo like an atheist
I f*cked you wit' my blickie, baby, break yourself and take this di*k
[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
Hittin' them fat licks all alone
Flossin', schemin'
Longing for some of your
Tender love
Waiting for the right
Moment to c*m
So I can make you love
Feel so good wit' this bad b*tch on my di*k

[Verse 2: Ruben Slikk]
I want you more and more
Can't resist you
More than I feel yo touch
Tender love
Lovin' me straight from the heart
Pull me nearer
Please let me be all yours
All that tender love you givin' to me
You know why we pop so much goddamn X?
Lil' b*tch, you sacrificed me soul for me sex
Convince myself pon pum-pum, murder for fun
[?] out me shlong
Real rude fire knot, won't rap wit' no one
Chill dude, young blood, die fast as they come
pus*y [?] now the fluff on me c*m
Pum-pum and pass gas and your girl, she on the run
Suck me, make the snake flex, feel like hash in me lung
Dabs of sweat pon me flesh, good as cash in me hand
[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
Hittin' them fat licks all alone
Flossin', schemin'
Longing for some of your
Tender love
Waiting for the right
Moment to c*m
So I can make you love
Feel so good wit' this bad b*tch on my di*k

[Outro: DJ Paul]
.45 automatic Glock makes you feel the wrath (Smoked out, Smoked Out Positive Squad)
.45 automatic Glock makes you feel the wrath
.45 automatic Glock makes you feel the wrath
Blow yo ass to outer space
Blow yo ass to outer space
.45 automatic Glock makes you feel the wrath
.45 automatic Glock makes you feel the wrath
.45 automatic Glock makes you feel the wrath
Blow yo ass to-Blow yo ass to-Blow yo ass to outer space