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skilla baby - tim dunkin lyrics

[intro]
(it’s a wayne beat)
(his name’s pablo)

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
rich n_gga vibes, get a n_gga fried
make the pape’ flip two times, then it’s gettin’ tied
i know a b_tch gon’ f_ck me if she look me in my eye
young n_gga, i got pull, i got real mob ties
i can get a n_gga rich or get a n_gga robbed
i’ll level to the devil, only lookin’ up to god
i don’t stress, i got real street n_ggas on my side
turnt young n_gga, i’ll blow a hundred like it’s tissue
every n_gga with me got some money and a pistol
flippin’ ‘bows, hittin’ other n_ggas’ hoes, that’s what i’m into
grind like the rent due, i need a hundred m’s too
i open up to god, he the only one i vent to
neck on freezer, wrist on water
drop a n_gga like a mixtape, n_gga, this tha carter
my old b_tch thick, she look like mrs. parker
i know some young n_ggas go on hits in the charger
he’ll die for this sh_t, he a martyr
young n_gga, make sure the k!llers good, they don’t charge me
wrist bust crazy, i think i’m marvin
young n_gga tryna hit every b_tch around but karma (huh?)
put the smoke in the air, the opps can’t breathe
your n_gga slid, but he choked, that boy ain’t squeeze
fifteen racks a day, i’m tryna make cheese
this rap sh_t workin’ out, sick i came wheeze
in the trap puttin’ o’s on the clock
when i c_ck back, i’ma leave some o’s in an opp
wrist bust crazy, i think i froze up the watch
better not tell your business to a nosy_ass thot
out of town with a cold old b_tch and she pretty
she from the city, waist sn_tched, and she thicker than saditty
see the k!llers, yeah, they with me
see they ‘fit, see they neck, see they wrist, man, i think this sh_t d_mn near a ticket
[verse 2: sada baby]
hold on, huh, how they think we not with it? huh
n_ggas always gone, how we not busy? huh
two_sixty in this coupe, who in the drop with me? huh
this babyman ridin’ with a bopstick, listen, hold up (nah)
hold up
i don’t want no n_gga by my side if it ain’t brother, huh
every time we choose to come outside, we’ll bust you
nah, every time he choose to use a nine, he’ll dump it
uh, we ain’t tryna talk like no more times, f_ck discussions
uh, soon as a n_gga get out of line, we gon’ rush him, huh
g74 the orange soda, we gon’ crush him
f_ck, uh, uh
i had some more, but sk!lla baby said—

[verse 3: sk!lla baby]
f_ck it
don’t want no ho n_ggas around me, don’t trust ’em
drum on the stick, but it sound like a trumpet
every time a freak booty around, i’ma hump it
huh? i heard the opp n_ggas hate me, i love it
i know anatomy, put an arm on his stomach
young n_gga always going to the bank, tim duncan

[verse 4: sada baby]
huh, how the f_ck we not crunchin’?
put his bm p_ssy in the boxing gym and get to punchin’
everything i do, i take my time, don’t be rushin’
huh, white woman love to drink vodka ’cause she russian, f_ck
what’s your conjunction, uh, junction? huh
throw a n_gga off a cliff like he a stuntman, huh
with a new foreign b_tch who got a sun tan, huh
i be low_key, but still got the upper hand, huh
i hope you understand, naw, i hope she understand
i’m one of them n_ggas that she can never f_ck again, huh
i can’t eat it if she ain’t just take no bubble bath
f_ck
still gon’ tax her brother like i’m uncle sam
big ape, i got monkey bars like a jungle gym
f_ck, mmm, huh
i got seventy_seven b_tches claimin’ they in love with me
and they— uh, uh, claimin’ they in love with him, huh
mr. him not them, huh, mr. i’m gon’ win, huh
mr. kick it with a b_tch, she tap me on her shin
tsh, huh
mr. soon as she suck my d_ck, she tap me on her chin, huh
mr. platinum cartiers with the heron lens, huh
mr. i can’t trust a ho, she can f_ck my mans, hmm, listen, n_gga

- skilla baby lyrics

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