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skilla baby – misfit كلمات اغاني

[intro: sk!lla baby]
(mia jay c)
huh?
nah, for real (i hear you, jay c)

[chorus: sk!lla baby]
huh? every time i see my opps, i’m gon flip sh_t (huh? no cap)
in the field, john madden, it’s a hit stick (ayy)
i ain’t goin’ back broke, i do rich sh_t (ayy)
i f_ck my hoes on a pile of money, i got rich quick (huh?)
too rich to go on drill, so i send hits (huh?)
if rap don’t work for me, i know how to flip bricks (nah)
i don’t f_ck with n0body, i’m a misfit (no, i don’t)
i really spent like ten thousand on this fit (no cap)

[verse 1: sk!lla baby & polo g]
i ain’t gon’ lie, lately i been on my rick sh_t
ain’t gotta turn the lights on ’cause my wrist lit (’cause my wrist)
this ain’t no lil’ boy ice, this a big kit (no cap)
my b_tch came with a b_tch, my drac’ came with a kit (huh? baow)
i got like a hundred thousand in amiris, huh? (huh?)
n_gga, i won’t let a stylist get near me (huh?)
i don’t never see my opps out ’cause they fear me
them boys only on the ’gram tryna dm me, huh? (huh?)
i got a palm angels leather jacket on, n_gga (no cap)
i rapped about my whole outfit on this song, n_gga (no cap)
these ain’t no regular goggles that i got on, n_gga (huh?)
these chrome, n_gga, huh? (huh?)
i’m young, but my money grown, n_gga (huh? no cap)
temper short, but my money long, n_gga (no cap)
you ain’t no real p, you are no hitter (huh?)
i tell my n_gga, “go,” he gon’ go get him (go get him)
put a switch on the whip, hit like four n_ggas (brrt)
n_gga, i don’t never trip ’cause i know k!llers (’cause i know k!llers)
n_ggas always talkin’ sh_t that don’t know sk!lla (ayy)
i’ll get a n_gga shot tomorrow like glorilla (huh?)
you can only hang with me if you spin sh_t (on the gang)
n_gga, all my ice water, i do trim sh_t (on the gang)
all my money blue, all my hoes slim_thick (on the gang)
we spin sh_t, double back if you don’t hit sh_t (huh?)
ayy, i just got rich, my old n_ggas been rich (huh?)
man, give that b_tch to me, you ain’t gon’ spin sh_t (huh?)
i’m a rich n_gga, i need a rich b_tch (huh?)
dollar got a road down the way, he let me send sh_t (he let me send sh_t)
peace to the gods (peace to the gods)
i got shot one time and three n_ggas died (huh?)
i cut everybody off, they keep bein’ odd (huh?)
some sh_t i just really leave up to god (i just leave it up to god)
i’m tryna catch a hat, you can see it in my eyes (huh?)
i’m the truth n_gga, these n_ggas lyin’ (lyin)
if i ain’t on they ass, why these n_ggas dyin’? (dyin’)
if i ain’t on they ass, why these n_ggas cryin’? (cryin’)
if i ain’t on they ass, why these n_ggas hidin’? (hidin’)
if i ain’t on they ass, why my n_ggas slidin’? (slidin’)
my n_gga slide by hisself, he shootin’ and drivin’ (huh?)
uh, ayy
n_ggas don’t talk sh_t to me, only fake pages (huh?)
i let my lil’ n_gga slide ’cause they day ages (’cause they day ages)
i don’t tell my n_ggas, “stay safe,” i say, “stay dangerous”
rich as f_ck, n_gga (huh?), wish me luck, n_gga, ayy (huh?)
man, i got the other side sick as f_ck, n_gga (sick as f_ck, n_gga)
and f_ck the dead opps, dig him up, n_gga (dig him up, n_gga)
huh? gang, ayy
[verse 2: polo g]
don’t respect no new opps, they just fake threats
i just bought some new glocks with my pay slip
standin’ over him like ____, take that, take that
lil’ bro the hottest in the city, they ain’t even seen his face yet
’cause he always masked up and he quick to blast somethin’
got a contract with my k!llers, so i keep some cash tucked
couple opps been goin’ missin’, i think they got bad luck
and it ain’t no competition, n_gga, they can’t pass us
backends, skull sh_t, them switches make ’em fall quick
we go run his ho and turn her mouth into a ball pit
if they ever cross that line of scrimmage, we gon’ all blitz
.40 ringin’, he got facetime, they wish that call missed
from chiraq like i’m sosa, i’m who these b_tches love
got bl!cks on us, mean muggin’ while we in the cub
he think he steppin’, how we thuggin’, we gon’ give him slugs
b_tch, i’m a gangster like my cousin, it’s just in the blood, b_tch

[chorus: sk!lla baby]
huh? every time i see my opps, i’m gon flip sh_t (huh?)
in the field, john madden, it’s a hit stick
i ain’t goin’ back broke, i do rich sh_t
i f_ck my hoes on a pile of money, i got rich quick (huh?)
too rich to go on drill, so i send hits
if rap don’t work for me, i know how to flip bricks
i don’t f_ck with n0body, i’m a misfit
i really spent like ten thousand on this fit

- skilla baby

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