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jackie moon - skilla baby, sada baby, rio da yung og & rmc mike lyrics

[intro: sk!lla baby]
(ooh, elroy)
(it’s fresh808gang, b*tch)
huh?
we ain’t goin’ nowhere without five in the
hmm

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
it’s ’bout four, five n*ggas with me ridin’ with the chops
when we slide down your block, we ain’t goin’ nowhere without findin’ the opps
ho n*gga think it’s cool to be slime, but it’s not
f*ck wipin’ n*ggas’ nose, i’ll knock out the snot
n*gga, i do not box
take a n*gga birthday, make him rot in a box
make a n*gga go to bed, hmm
can’t let the fame go to my head, hmm
juan told me them jokes ain’t the same
don’t let that go over your head

[verse 2: sada baby]
blind just jumped off the plane from the h
i ain’t been here fifteen minutеs, dropped an eight, huh
get a n*gga scr*pеd for that pape’, press play, huh
weed i’m smokin’ on came from cali, love the taste
catch an attitude, punch you in the face, i’m an ape
fresh as h*ll while i do it, stomp a n*gga in some bape, ah, duh
[verse 3: sk!lla baby]
f*ck it, huh, let the chopper off
f*ck the party up, knock a noggin off (huh)
less apes is more apes, n*ggas cotton soft
i’ll hit a ho n*gga with a cottonball
band [?], sn*tch a n*gga pockets off
if skub say dawg ain’t bool, we all sockin’ dawg

[verse 4: sada baby]
swear to god they is, if he tough, then we poppin’ dawg
huh, hit a n*gga in the head with a rocket, aw
huh, extra good with the white, so i rock the off
overlay for the ándale, get rocked to sleep
fifty plays in thirty days, gotta drop vvs
gotta drop cds, know my fans gon’ cop for me
sk!lla drop pp and he up bands, he actin’ like me
he act like him, he the g.o.a.t., we’ll get on your rim
you act like them, you controlled, that n*gga a sim
that n*gga a simp, leg shot, leave him with a limp
[?] ar with the monkey nuts, shoot a chimp
sh*t on a n*gga, point at him, skuba shawn kemp
i hit the kitchen, blow the dope up like a blimp
that n*gga ain’t smokin’ zaza, it’s all hemp

[verse 5: sk!lla baby]
opp n*ggas tryna play d, got scored on
tryna stop the rain, f*ck around got poured on
my four*five knock an opp b*tch out her hormones
smoke a n*gga like a cookie blunt, leave you oreos
shoot a n*gga in the face, no torsos
you think we tryna let the n*gga live? n*gga, course not
n*gga, come sign to big squad, get a boatload
g*ngb*ngers, criminals, we support those
[verse 6: sada baby]
opp n*ggas tryna play “i ain’t did sh*t”
that’s the type of time, you can get your wig split
huh, got the type of 9 take a usb chip
hmm, naw, i’m cappin’, b*tch still sweet as h*ll
you’ll win a ring, weak as h*ll like you jordan bell
i just put some ‘bows on the road, more in the mail
ho thought she had my number, but i gave her sk!lls
he picked up the phone like, “huh?”

[verse 7: sk!lla baby]
baby, how the f*ck you get my number, what the h*ll?
quit doin’ fan sh*t, bein’ extra
psych, naw, this a voicemail, leave a message
it’s members only, gotta be gang, no guest list
my b*tch make the footb*lls touchdown in pittsburgh
make her come back on jerome bettis
elbow grease in the pot, i need extras
turn my opps to a blunt, let ’em burn
it’s friday, smokey, what you earned?
shoot at a ho n*gga wig, make him do the worm
turn a ho n*gga to some ashes in an urn

[verse 8: sada baby]
here come another ho n*gga mama on the news lyin’ again
actin’ like she don’t know why her son done died again
never mind that b*tch, i’ma pour some lines again
[interlude]
if a n*gga feelin’ better than me right now
he on his motherf*ckin’ feet
he in the motherf*ckin’ game
he is not on the bench nor in the bleachers, b*tch
he in the game ballin’

[verse 9: rio da yung og]
2020 h*llcat, it’s a wide body
if a n*gga lookin’ for me, i’m outside probably
pop your main shooter in his head when i slide by him
then mike shot him in his heart so he died dyin’
used to ain’t have fifty cents, but i’ma get rich or die tryin’
i’m so full of sh*t with my hoes, i’ll lie ’bout lyin’
please don’t swing on me in the club, people die fightin’
f*ckin’ raw, i done probably got burned more times than firefighters
skub, sk!lla, mike, rio, what the f*ck is this?
shot a two*two at my car and didn’t puncture it
i slid back with a k and hit a bunch of sh*t
we gon’ treat the beef like some wet p*ssy, we comin’ quick

[verse 10: rmc mike]
i done made like 30k on a bad day
pimp a b*tch for everything like grace, bring my ashtray
hit her off a perc’, made her squirt with the mad face
drop karo in the syrup, that’s a bad eight
hoo, what’s in your left pocket [?]
n*ggas ain’t up, they really broke, they pretend rich
hit him with a left, man, he rest there defenseless
what’s the cause of death? b*tch, check the forensics
tie your b*tch up like a hog, made her walk to me
swear to god last night them perky thangs talked to me
hundred pack of zazas, i got them thangs brought to me
now a n*gga on, everything seem off to me

[verse 11: rio da yung og]
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout a dub, don’t talk to me
and i got a loyal crackhead who’ll walk to me
i bought a pint and a four yesterday, so my pop muddy
we could drop a fourteen, i just bought a twenty

[verse 12: rmc mike]
i like to get my d*ck sucked while i play the game
and i’m still tryna f*ck, naw, i ain’t gon’ say her name
hit you n*ggas with some street magic, b*tch, i’m david blane
or hit your block with two glock 40s like i’m major payne

[verse 13: rio da yung og]
oh, y’all shootin’ up cribs? we can play that game
or we can meet and go to war, skub great at aiming
the dawg i got off the chain and i ain’t gon’ tame it
dropped two hundred shots out the glock, i’ll break the chamber

[verse 14: rmc mike]
b*tch gave me head in the morning, i ain’t even thank her
i like to f*ck off old songs from anita baker
bust a nut, light one of my squares, b*tch, see you later
pimp a b*tch down to the bone in some see*through gators

[verse 15: rio da yung og]
with the offense we got, we’d defeat the lakers
you don’t see guns around, my n*ggas be on papers
but we still got guns around, don’t think we playin’
hop out the car and run you down, i don’t need a laser
if my n*gga f*cked up, give him ten, have him be the favor
yeah, you could get it cash now, i’ma meet you later
just popped an m*30 blue box, i’ma eat two later
bae, you gotta suck my d*ck now, i’ma eat you later

[verse 16: rmc mike]
b*tch said she got that bubblegum, i’ma need two flavors
ri’, i just poped one too, i’ma need two eighters

- skilla baby sada baby rio da yung og rmc mike lyrics

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