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aubrey graham - skilla baby lyrics

[intro]
(you cut up on this one, jay c)
(the circle)

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
f*ck a love song, i’m stickin’ to this ghetto sh*t
all these chains on my neck, i look like a gold medalist
i ain’t never goin’ back broke, n*gga, i’m forever rich
baby say she love me, i ain’t never even met the b*tch (ayy)
hah, count the pape’ up with my hands
i don’t need a money counter, just pass me some rubber bands
i be hittin’ n*ggas’ hoes every time i get a chance
n*ggas be livin’ on the ‘gram, just a bunch of peter pans
fah*fah, hit him, fah*fah, hit his mans
i ain’t doin’ no more favors, n*ggas gotta hit my hand
brought the heater to they block, i’m ’bout to give they ass a tan
he don’t wanna shoot, he rubbin’ his hands together like he prayin’
n*ggas never beef about the money, always ’bout a b*tch
every day i play high fashion, b*tches think i’m roddy ricch
n*ggas always playin’, try to catch his ass, shot his b*tch
all we heard was, “ahh,” when that .308 hit her
crackhead*ass n*ggas takin’ drugs for no reason
c*ck my strap, chk*chk, i’m ’bout to bring his ass some pain
never had sh*t, i still slide on n*ggas in my chains (skrrt)
hop out the whip, up my banger, let it bang
smoke a n*gga, gun smoke him, bro was smokin’ mary jane
slid him on him with the drac’, n*gga, nothin’ was the same, huh
[verse 2: kdoe]
if it’s beef, you know we slidin’, i ain’t got sh*t to say
whip a n*gga ass and throw a party like we kid ‘n play (b*tch)
b*tch, we comin’ back*to*back like bullets when they ricochet
told sk!lla pass the rock, he hit me with the lookaway
been f*ckin’ hoes all week, i think my d*ck need a break
that p*ssy crazy, be feelin’ like i jumped in a lake
i gotta get to that bag, but, b*tch, i’m dyin’ to stay
knock the coins out that p*ssy, plus i nutted on her face
pour some ‘tron shots straight, only thing i chase is pape’
forgiatos sittin’ up, i’m goin’ fast, get out the way
n*ggas captain save a ho, sucker strugglin’, get a cape
all i think is cash money, don’t get hit with this drac’
pop a bean, get to k!llin’ sh*t like megatron
slide with my white b*tch, i call her celine dion
i been on point around this b*tch like a brand new box of crayons
broke*ass n*ggas, y’all finished, y’all some peons
slide down the block and sh*t on n*ggas like i’m bron
i been winnin’, my uncle gettin’ the scripts straight out the pharm’
gettin’ bored with this sh*t, you can see it when i yawn
got like sixty on my wrist, they wanna cut off my arm
keep a check like this chess, but this far from a game
tell a n*gga take care, this sh*t’ll never be the same, drrt
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