Mind Ruben Slikk (Ft. SpaceGhostPurrp)

[Intro: Ruben Slikk]
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Chyeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
 
[Chorus: SpaceGhostPurrp]
It's goin' down, my niggas chillin'
White t-shirts, black t-shirts, like some villians, we chillin'
Get up out ya feelings, think wit' ya mind, never wit' ya feelings
Man is mind, female is feelings
Got my babygirl in her feelings
When I'm her soul, when I'm in her walls I'm outta control
Get up out ya feelings, think wit' ya mind, never wit' ya feelings
Man is mind, female is feelings

[Verse: Ruben Slikk]
I got the guts, I'm in here chillin'
My chain glisten, old Gucci Polo, light prisms
I flex bitches and text bitches, I still get 'em
Got too much, sip screw much, more drug dealin'
Young H-Lord, syringe boss, Versace denim
Your bitch filled with cum sauce, my snake venom
I'm top God, I'm top God, I'm still him
I'm top God, I'm jaw boss, I blast [?]
I fuck that dumb botch, stretched her ass rim
She screamed like a bitch for some aspirin
I make her coochie and booty so elastic
Got equity in drugs, paper or plastic
Yung Fishmeex, you dumb bitch, sucks plastic
I fuck boss, on whore mob, they love jizz
I trap, nigga, I goon, nigga, got good skrilla
It's good, nigga, I'll front the pounds, I'll jugg wit' ya (It's Young long lord)
Young long lord, got the long cock (Got the long cock, Nut, Got the long cock)