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skilla baby - randall upshaw lyrics
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[intro]
crack music part 2
(the circle)
huh? huh?
(good lookin’, juan)
huh?
ah (huh?)
crack music part 2
(phone bangin’ right now)
ayy, huh?
[verse]
young n_gga, i done made some grown money off a junkie
i don’t treat ’em like they heads, i treat ’em like they got some money
n_gga touch my custo, i’m slidin’ for him like my brother
shavin’ grams, not my mama mama, i’m choppin’ up b_tter
free my lil’ cousin, he just caught a bad motherf_cker
n_ggas always lookin’ at you like a l!ck ’cause you a sucker
how the f_ck you sneak dissin’ me? i’m ’posed to be your brother
seen the closest n_ggas to me turn to strippers for the money
baby, i don’t wan’ nothin’ from you, let my n_gga f_ck or somethin’
all i know is if the money counter jam, keep on thumbin’
ain’t no crip, but if the opps send me the loc’, they know i’m comin’
i’m outside every day, when they see me, they know i’m thuggin’
tryna make a hundred thousand every day, boy, i’m for real
lil’ bro don’t give a f_ck about no pape’, he tryna k!ll
they gon’ have to give me seven figures if i sign a deal
i’m a hustlin’_ass n_gga, but my homeboy rob for real
gotta sleep with your jewelry on, b_tches tryna steal
i don’t need to pop a pill to pop a n_gga like a pill
they tryna hit lil’ bro with life, i hope he get off on appeal
they caught my baby with the ice, i know he wish he took that deal
i’m in the field, mask on, throwin’ bullets like lamar
i be high as h_ll and i’m fly as well, i’m a star
ten mil’, bullets big as h_ll, this b_tch’ll stop a car
better stay up out my lil’ n_gga way, he pop that bar
sk!lla versus state, i’m in court lookin’ like a geek
don’t ever hire randall upshaw for your case, that n_gga weak
your real brothers is the n_ggas you can call when sh_t get steep
tied in from east to west, from 50 zone to atb
my n_gga cousin on the other side, this city sh_t get deep
pray these n_ggas come outside, man, that sh_t’d make my weak
my lil’ cousin f_ckin’ on an opp n_gga as we speak
i accept everything come with this sh_t, i’m in the streets
i got a lot of dead friends, sh_t be f_ckin’ with my head
i’m tryna stay away from beef, that sh_t be f_ckin’ up the bread
man, i think i love this b_tch, she got me cummin’ off the head
still a beast, when she text me, i’ma leave her ass on read
don’t apologize for disrespectin’ me, enough was said
catch a n_gga in his ‘hood and show him who really got pull
get him pressed or get him dead, go to sleep, you made your bed
i can’t believe they payin’ me to rap, i used to serve the heads (huh?)
[outro]
crack music part 2, n_gga
sk!lla, quit dancin’, n_gga, you make crack music, n_gga, real street n_gga
huh?
crack music part 2, ah
(push that sh_t out, sk!lla)
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