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soulja slimm - skilla baby lyrics

[intro: rob49 & sk!lla baby]
(diego)
(chambers)
(they know when we step in the store, b*tch, we shuttin’ down whole store)
huh?
(now it’s magic, but it looks magical)
woo, huh (dj bandz)

[verse 1: sk!lla baby & rob49]
n*gga, i was hustlin’ dog sh*t ‘fore my rap career started
all the fans think i’m a artist, really, n*gga, i’m r*t*rded
b*tch, they know me by first name at saks fifth and neiman marcus
i done smacked heads and served crackheads in them apartments (said)

[verse 2: rob49 & sk!lla baby]
have you seen a junkie od off big dope?
i done seen a lot of n*ggas get pimped out by they ho
i done stuffed d*ck in her ass, they called 49 a assh0l*
i done ran up me some bands, they think i be with durk and ‘nem (huh?)

[verse 3: sk!lla baby & rob49]
make my fiend k!ll a n*gga, make a blowhead blow at him
make her f*ck me in slow motion, juvenile, soulja slim
she want me and 49, she know we both comin’ trim
too p, sh*t, she me, i’m too turnt to be a simp (said, huh?)
[verse 4: rob49 & sk!lla baby]
plus, her old n*gga a shrimp, he ain’t havin’ like this
i done spent a hundred thousand on my brand new b*tch
i can’t stuff guap in my pocket ’cause my pants too skinny
when we walk inside in this b*tch, n*gga, know i’m that n*gga (hoo)
bronem tryna score, alright? you better come get your ho (huh), yeah

[verse 5: sk!lla baby]
bronem already know, if they see his ass, blow for sure (huh)
we tryna paint his ass, can’t n0body save his ass
it’s sk!lla and crazy man (baow), b*tch, i’m a maniac

[verse 6: rob49 & sk!lla baby]
ooh, i’m doin’ a diamond dance
f*ck hoes, no strings attached
i know me and bro cool and all, but where my paper at?
it’s sk!lla and crazy man, we known for spendin’ bands
it cost when you f*ck bad hoes in one night, i paid her wet (woo)

[verse 7: sk!lla baby]
we known for havin’ glocks with switches, gettin’ on n*ggas’ ass
we play for hits, not attempts, n*gga, send that paper back
my dukes’ll sick a court date, she couldn’t wait to say i rap
my boy ain’t never went to college, he be steppin’ like a frat

[verse 8: rob49]
yeah, listen to me closely, he sell white like he a honky, huh
i done k!lled the game to get this cheese, that’s blood money, huh
and my cousin crip, but he’ll still blood somethin’, huh
i don’t even much see how n*ggas want beef with no money
[verse 9: sk!lla baby]
baby wetter than an ocean, p*ssy put me in a coma
seen so many n*ggas die, pull up, shootin’ no emotion
rap got me rich, but i still shake a bag in north dakota
what you got that nine for? i’ll still rob like i’m from nola

[verse 10: rob49]
still’ll rob like i’m from nola, i got that bag and turned my ho up
first time n*gga come play with this, we k!llin’ him dead, you gotta know it
on they ass, they know 49 be kickin’ sh*t like he a horse
seen a lot of n*ggas die, i still got hate inside my heart, ooh
love, i’m tryna tell you, whenever you lie to me, i know it

[verse 11: sk!lla baby]
a couple n*ggas i wanna k!ll when i’m at home, but i don’t show it
a n*gga play me, i torch him
mama, i need a lawyer
my first glock was sweet as h*ll, the hood flip me, i throw it (woo, woo)

[verse 12: rob49]
sir, i’m f*ckin’ your daughter
i still sell weed in the apartments
i still get b*tches when i’m in my city, i j that p like morgan
i’m sayin’, you feel me, dog?
k!ll sh*t like holocaust
he play today, i swear to god, he in the morgue tomorrow
[outro: rob49]
yeah
pop yo’ sh*t, sk!lla
313*504 sh*t, man, stop playin’ with a n*gga
ha, hahaha, yeah
vc in v—, you know what i’m sayin’?
boston cartel, boston mafia, n*gga know what it is, man
yeah, f*ck how you feelin’
yeah, it is what it is

- skilla baby lyrics

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