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skilla baby - aubrey graham lyrics
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[intro]
(you cut up on this one, jay c)
(the circle)
[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
f_ck a love song, i’m stickin’ to this ghetto sh_t
all these chains on my neck, i look like a gold medalist
i ain’t never goin’ back broke, n_gga, i’m forever rich
baby say she love me, i ain’t never even met the b_tch (ayy)
hah, count the pape’ up with my hands
i don’t need a money counter, just pass me some rubber bands
i be hittin’ n_ggas’ hoes every time i get a chance
n_ggas be livin’ on the ‘gram, just a bunch of peter pans
fah_fah, hit him, fah_fah, hit his mans
i ain’t doin’ no more favors, n_ggas gotta hit my hand
brought the heater to they block, i’m ’bout to give they ass a tan
he don’t wanna shoot, he rubbin’ his hands together like he prayin’
n_ggas never beef about the money, always ’bout a b_tch
every day i play high fashion, b_tches think i’m roddy ricch
n_ggas always playin’, try to catch his ass, shot his b_tch
all we heard was, “ahh,” when that .308 hit her
crackhead_ass n_ggas takin’ drugs for no reason
c_ck my strap, chk_chk, i’m ’bout to bring his ass some pain
never had sh_t, i still slide on n_ggas in my chains (skrrt)
hop out the whip, up my banger, let it bang
smoke a n_gga, gun smoke him, bro was smokin’ mary jane
slid him on him with the drac’, n_gga, nothin’ was the same, huh
[verse 2: kdoe]
if it’s beef, you know we slidin’, i ain’t got sh_t to say
whip a n_gga ass and throw a party like we kid ‘n play (b_tch)
b_tch, we comin’ back_to_back like bullets when they ricochet
told sk!lla pass the rock, he hit me with the lookaway
been f_ckin’ hoes all week, i think my d_ck need a break
that p_ssy crazy, be feelin’ like i jumped in a lake
i gotta get to that bag, but, b_tch, i’m dyin’ to stay
knock the coins out that p_ssy, plus i nutted on her face
pour some ‘tron shots straight, only thing i chase is pape’
forgiatos sittin’ up, i’m goin’ fast, get out the way
n_ggas captain save a ho, sucker strugglin’, get a cape
all i think is cash money, don’t get hit with this drac’
pop a bean, get to k!llin’ sh_t like megatron
slide with my white b_tch, i call her celine dion
i been on point around this b_tch like a brand new box of crayons
broke_ass n_ggas, y’all finished, y’all some peons
slide down the block and sh_t on n_ggas like i’m bron
i been winnin’, my uncle gettin’ the scripts straight out the pharm’
gettin’ bored with this sh_t, you can see it when i yawn
got like sixty on my wrist, they wanna cut off my arm
keep a check like this chess, but this far from a game
tell a n_gga take care, this sh_t’ll never be the same, drrt
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