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lirik lagu skilla baby - tim dunkin

[intro]
(it’s a wayne beat)
(his name’s pablo)

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
rich n~gga vibes, get a n~gga fried
make the pape’ flip two times, then it’s gettin’ tied
i know a b~tch gon’ f~ck me if she look me in my eye
young n~gga, i got pull, i got real mob ties
i can get a n~gga rich or get a n~gga robbed
i’ll level to the devil, only lookin’ up to god
i don’t stress, i got real street n~ggas on my side
turnt young n~gga, i’ll blow a hundred like it’s tissue
every n~gga with me got some money and a pistol
flippin’ ‘bows, hittin’ other n~ggas’ hoes, that’s what i’m into
grind like the rent due, i need a hundred m’s too
i open up to god, he the only one i vent to
neck on freezer, wrist on water
drop a n~gga like a mixtape, n~gga, this tha carter
my old b~tch thick, she look like mrs. parker
i know some young n~ggas go on hits in the charger
he’ll die for this sh~t, he a martyr
young n~gga, make sure the k!llers good, they don’t charge me
wrist bust crazy, i think i’m marvin
young n~gga tryna hit every b~tch around but karma (huh?)
put the smoke in the air, the opps can’t breathe
your n~gga slid, but he choked, that boy ain’t squeeze
fifteen racks a day, i’m tryna make cheese
this rap sh~t workin’ out, sick i came wheeze
in the trap puttin’ o’s on the clock
when i c~ck back, i’ma leave some o’s in an opp
wrist bust crazy, i think i froze up the watch
better not tell your business to a nosy~ass thot
out of town with a cold old b~tch and she pretty
she from the city, waist sn~tched, and she thicker than saditty
see the k!llers, yeah, they with me
see they ‘fit, see they neck, see they wrist, man, i think this sh~t d~mn near a ticket
[verse 2: sada baby]
hold on, huh, how they think we not with it? huh
n~ggas always gone, how we not busy? huh
two~sixty in this coupe, who in the drop with me? huh
this babyman ridin’ with a bopstick, listen, hold up (nah)
hold up
i don’t want no n~gga by my side if it ain’t brother, huh
every time we choose to come outside, we’ll bust you
nah, every time he choose to use a nine, he’ll dump it
uh, we ain’t tryna talk like no more times, f~ck discussions
uh, soon as a n~gga get out of line, we gon’ rush him, huh
g74 the orange soda, we gon’ crush him
f~ck, uh, uh
i had some more, but sk!lla baby said—

[verse 3: sk!lla baby]
f~ck it
don’t want no ho n~ggas around me, don’t trust ’em
drum on the stick, but it sound like a trumpet
every time a freak booty around, i’ma hump it
huh? i heard the opp n~ggas hate me, i love it
i know anatomy, put an arm on his stomach
young n~gga always going to the bank, tim duncan

[verse 4: sada baby]
huh, how the f~ck we not crunchin’?
put his bm p~ssy in the boxing gym and get to punchin’
everything i do, i take my time, don’t be rushin’
huh, white woman love to drink vodka ’cause she russian, f~ck
what’s your conjunction, uh, junction? huh
throw a n~gga off a cliff like he a stuntman, huh
with a new foreign b~tch who got a sun tan, huh
i be low~key, but still got the upper hand, huh
i hope you understand, naw, i hope she understand
i’m one of them n~ggas that she can never f~ck again, huh
i can’t eat it if she ain’t just take no bubble bath
f~ck
still gon’ tax her brother like i’m uncle sam
big ape, i got monkey bars like a jungle gym
f~ck, mmm, huh
i got seventy~seven b~tches claimin’ they in love with me
and they— uh, uh, claimin’ they in love with him, huh
mr. him not them, huh, mr. i’m gon’ win, huh
mr. kick it with a b~tch, she tap me on her shin
tsh, huh
mr. soon as she suck my d~ck, she tap me on her chin, huh
mr. platinum cartiers with the heron lens, huh
mr. i can’t trust a ho, she can f~ck my mans, hmm, listen, n~gga

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