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skilla baby - baby nuts كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(mia jay c)
naw, for real
(i hear you, jay c)
that’s more like it
ayy

[chorus]
we k!llin’ everything if they play with us
i be gettin’ paper cuts countin’ all this paper up
they know we been on they ass, but they don’t wanna say it’s us
he ain’t gotta tell me why, he just gotta say it’s up
i don’t think dog a real tweaker, he got baby nuts
standin’ on the business, i know they wanna take me up
out here sinnin’ every day, i hope somebody pray for us
n_ggas was trollin’ on the ‘gram, now they ain’t sayin’ nothin’
[verse 1]
all my b_tches love me ’cause they ain’t gotta pay for nothin’
i hеard i got one_point_five, let mе drop a wraith or somethin’
ayy, i ain’t done with these n_ggas, was gon’ starve ’em out
they ain’t choose my side, i got them n_ggas fallin’ out
them n_ggas thought they was some pits ’til we dogged ’em out
i ain’t one of them p_ssy_ass rappers, i’ll call ’em out
i got real rich n_ggas, real k!llers that on my side
i got real m’s in my bank account, i am not lyin’
i’m tryna get a pit stepped on like topside
i heard they say i’m blackballed, oh my god
i heard these n_ggas keep dyin’, oh my god
i got mike, mo, poody, and shoop on my side
i got real rich n_ggas, y’all some real b_tch n_ggas
you’ll get disfigured, i’m past six figures
have my n_gga rape his sister, i’m a real sick n_gga
all the opps get bullets, all the fiends get pictures
f_ck the baddest b_tches, came from rags to riches
i can’t leave out the crib now without my pistol
a new baby ar shoot 5.56s
i don’t know how my opps got shot, not my business

[chorus]
we k!llin’ everything if they play with us
i be gettin’ paper cuts countin’ all this paper up
they know we been on they ass, but they don’t wanna say it’s us
he ain’t gotta tell me why, he just gotta say it’s up
i don’t think dog a real tweaker, he got baby nuts
standin’ on the business, i know they wanna take me up
out here sinnin’ every day, i hope somebody pray for us
n_ggas was trollin’ on the ‘gram, now they ain’t sayin’ nothin’
[verse 2]
y’all better play with somethin’ safe, n_gga, not with us
the last n_gga got caught trollin’, we went and popped him up
let that n_gga keep on playin’, pop his mama up
it was bro shootin’ up them n_ggas’ block for us
n_gga, i ain’t out here slippin’, i be glocky’d up
when i see a cold b_tch from my city, i just gotta f_ck
why you lyin’, sayin’ it’s m’s on y’all side?
why you don’t never say r.i.p. to your mans? they all died
every time i catch one of them n_ggas slippin’, they get hogtied
i know sco gon’ leap on the opps, he lookin’ frog_eyed
got on the ‘gram right after he just got shot, that’s how dog died
y’all on the ‘gram tough as h_ll, but we know y’all cried

- skilla baby

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