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mari red & skilla baby – locksmith كلمات اغاني

[intro: sk!lla baby & mari red]
(really, j? you did it again)
yeah
ah, huh?
yeah, yeah

[verse: mari red & sk!lla baby]
ayy, how could i forget all the times they tried to play me? (huh?)
still got the biscuit on me, i’ll spill a n_gga gravy (bah, bah, bah, bah)
real street n_gga, i won’t let ’em play me like a dummy (let ’em play)
if it’s ever beef, then it better be about some money (about some money)
how could i forget (huh?) every time they tried to take me?
if the hook behind me, they gotta chase mе (skrrt)
hmm, n_gga, these ain’t thirty milligrams, thesе eighties (these eighties)
when i slide, gotta have my mask ’cause i’m famous (bah)
if i gotta call bop (i’ma call him), brodie comin’, he won’t come for nothin’
lil’ bro gon’ wanna murder somethin’ (huh? yeah, yeah)
if i said a n_gga dead, then i meant that (then i meant that)
we gon’ smoke his whole camp, ain’t no get backs (ain’t no get backs, yeah, yeah)
huh? if i gotta call doc, it’s a body for a body (bah)
man, them little n_ggas shot me, should’ve dropped me (huh?)
ride with my chopper, tryna box me like amani (brr)
we don’t do leg shots, headshots, all homis (huh?)
yeah, me and sk!lla goin’ against these n_ggas, that’s a mismatch (that’s a mismatch)
pistol_whip him back to back to back and leave his sh_t cracked (yeah)
n_gga, i ain’t for the games, you could tell in my demeanor (huh?)
ayy, i can get a n_gga pressed like brodie workin’ for the cleaners (yeah, yeah)
when i said i’ma get my get back, man, i meant that
shootin’ at his stomach, tryna knock off his six_pack (bah)
baby, i don’t never get left, i’ma leave ’em (i’ma leave ’em)
my ar’ll clean a n_gga whole house, stanley steemer (huh?)
lil’ b_tch wasn’t tryna f_ck, i had to make a offer
my opps better get a ppo, i’m a stalker (i’m a stalker)
before you come and play with us, pick a coffin (yeah)
don’t brag about makin’ ten, man, i do that often (yeah, yeah)
n_ggas said we ain’t gettin’ to it where they lost me (where they lost me)
i’ve been puttin’ hits on these n_ggas, brian dawkins (bah)
tryna put the bl!ck on these n_ggas, i’ma chalk ’em (huh?)
how the f_ck is you gon’ catch me in traffic? you be walkin’ (ah, huh?)
i know how to talk sh_t, i know how to chalk sh_t (bah)
you don’t wanna catch me in traffic, i park sh_t (skrr)
blood got the stick in the party tryna start sh_t (huh?)
beat a n_gga ass, turn the party to a mosh pit (on my mama)
creepin’ in the opp’s crib, rr, i’m a locksmith (rr)
i don’t wrestle, let my .40 slam a n_gga, on my brock sh_t
creepin’ in the opp’s crib, fah, i’m a glocksmith (yeah)
in the trap you could smell what i’m cookin’, on my rock sh_t, huh? (yeah, yeah)

- mari red skilla baby

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