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baby nuts - skilla baby lyrics

[intro]
(mia jay c)
naw, for real
(i hear you, jay c)
that’s more like it
ayy

[chorus]
we k!llin’ everything if they play with us
i be gettin’ paper cuts countin’ all this paper up
they know we been on they ass, but they don’t wanna say it’s us
he ain’t gotta tell me why, he just gotta say it’s up
i don’t think dog a real tweaker, he got baby nuts
standin’ on the business, i know they wanna take me up
out here sinnin’ every day, i hope somebody pray for us
n*ggas was trollin’ on the ‘gram, now they ain’t sayin’ nothin’
[verse 1]
all my b*tches love me ’cause they ain’t gotta pay for nothin’
i hеard i got one*point*five, let mе drop a wraith or somethin’
ayy, i ain’t done with these n*ggas, was gon’ starve ’em out
they ain’t choose my side, i got them n*ggas fallin’ out
them n*ggas thought they was some pits ’til we dogged ’em out
i ain’t one of them p*ssy*ass rappers, i’ll call ’em out
i got real rich n*ggas, real k!llers that on my side
i got real m’s in my bank account, i am not lyin’
i’m tryna get a pit stepped on like topside
i heard they say i’m blackballed, oh my god
i heard these n*ggas keep dyin’, oh my god
i got mike, mo, poody, and shoop on my side
i got real rich n*ggas, y’all some real b*tch n*ggas
you’ll get disfigured, i’m past six figures
have my n*gga rape his sister, i’m a real sick n*gga
all the opps get bullets, all the fiends get pictures
f*ck the baddest b*tches, came from rags to riches
i can’t leave out the crib now without my pistol
a new baby ar shoot 5.56s
i don’t know how my opps got shot, not my business

[chorus]
we k!llin’ everything if they play with us
i be gettin’ paper cuts countin’ all this paper up
they know we been on they ass, but they don’t wanna say it’s us
he ain’t gotta tell me why, he just gotta say it’s up
i don’t think dog a real tweaker, he got baby nuts
standin’ on the business, i know they wanna take me up
out here sinnin’ every day, i hope somebody pray for us
n*ggas was trollin’ on the ‘gram, now they ain’t sayin’ nothin’
[verse 2]
y’all better play with somethin’ safe, n*gga, not with us
the last n*gga got caught trollin’, we went and popped him up
let that n*gga keep on playin’, pop his mama up
it was bro shootin’ up them n*ggas’ block for us
n*gga, i ain’t out here slippin’, i be glocky’d up
when i see a cold b*tch from my city, i just gotta f*ck
why you lyin’, sayin’ it’s m’s on y’all side?
why you don’t never say r.i.p. to your mans? they all died
every time i catch one of them n*ggas slippin’, they get hogtied
i know sco gon’ leap on the opps, he lookin’ frog*eyed
got on the ‘gram right after he just got shot, that’s how dog died
y’all on the ‘gram tough as h*ll, but we know y’all cried

- skilla baby lyrics

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