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baby skip – rollin كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(my n_gga lee, i think we got another one)

[verse 1: baby skip]
i got my mind made, b_tch, i want this sh_t
stupid_ass n_ggas still playin’, they don’t want this sh_t
even the government tried to help you n_ggas, it don’t make no sense
my b_tch came up with a plan, she tryna make me rich
my pops wasn’t goin’, you know skip ain’t gon’ take no sh_t
before i knew the road, all i knew was go take some sh_t
then them indictments came down, do you know what a statement is?
you know i kept it solid, got it honest, b_tch, i’m big shush
let me hear you speakin’ down on gang, you get your sh_t took
i ain’t gotta move, you know it ain’t sh_t to set the play
i be in the h, i just put up 30k today
never been to mia, but i’m thinkin’ take a trip with bae
she be juggin’ plays, when it touch, she headed to the bank
i have to show her how to stack the pape’, hide it in the safe
b_tches love me, hard to keep these sack chasers out my face
n_ggas envy, i might have to get a n_gga out the way
they ain’t sayin’ sh_t, they don’t even know the skip react
i know a couple trips and got a bag, i ain’t no middleman
i was down my whole life, i’m finally up and now you n_ggas mad?
i got up off my ass, you sittin’ still, you think i give a d_mn?
b_tch, i got more money than my followers on instagram
baby skipper, i’m the biggest dripper, pulled up in the lam’
back and forth on flights, where you goin’? n_ggas think i’m tourin’
had to throw a cuban on my neck ’cause my kit was boring
i ain’t trippin’, on the road to riches, i don’t know where i’m goin’
i left the studio three in the morning, my b_tch think i’m whorin’
i finally got it right and bossed it up, now everything be foreign
i’m tryna run it up and get a headshot posted in the forbes
i do it for the gang, when i pour, i drop my lines in fours
i really rap, you n_ggas love to mumble, b_tch, i love to hustle
i got it out the mud, i came from nothin’, product of the struggle
mama ain’t raise no k!ller, but don’t push me, i’ll bust you
you jumped off the porch, n_gga, i jumped out of the jungle
i don’t answer if it ain’t ’bout no pape’, n_gga, i’ll ho you
i ‘member hoes from high school acted like they ain’t even know me
them b_tches see me in the foreign, probably thought it was a stoley
[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
them b_tches see me in an ap and thought it was a rollie
if you see me in the streets, don’t speak, you don’t know me
when you see me in the streets, i be icy as a goalie
ever since i got out, i keep thirty thou’ on me
i hit the nino for like twenty racks
my plug keep blessin’ me, he like, “that n_gga slap,” huh? hmm
i don’t never get no sleep, i need some benadryl (huh?)
we be gettin’ n_ggas hit, we be in the field (huh?)
i ain’t stingy with the pape’, i’m puttin’ n_ggas on
if it ain’t fm big squad, skip that n_gga song
i know they hate my guts, i be hittin’ n_ggas’ hoes
i’m a westside n_gga, i be chillin’ in the zone (huh?)
my opps know i’ma get ’em tagged up, they scary
i only spent my rap checks, all that fast money buried
mob say they want a body, throw the oop, get you jason terry’d
get you smoked like a backwood, turn you to some opp pack, huh?

- baby skip

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