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tay b style - skilla baby lyrics

huh?
(mia jay c)
merry christmas
happy new year
huh?

n*ggas always barkin’ on the ‘net, don’t even be wild
i get in my car to bless my insta’ with a freestyle
walk him down, this a layup, don’t need no rebound
all facts since a lil’ n*gga, this tay b style
my lil’ b*tch don’t want no lacefront, she like leave out
i got money, i got hoes, i don’t need clout
n*ggas always talkin’ crazy ’bout me till i beat they ass
i should buy this n*gga mama house, make him leave out

fire bomb the weed house, can’t get no more weed out
i’ll knock your t**th out your mouth and make you bleed out
when i see a n*gga i don’t like, sh*t get violent
’cause i grew up fightin’, hearin’ police sirеns
threw the fiends a concеrt, i got miley cyrus
hustle all day, then spread that money like a virus

huh? all my b*tches twenty*six and up
i heard you got a bbl, can you let me f*ck?
in the hood, i’m on tuck, bein’ broke, that sh*t suck
my new b*tch mixed with stallion and italian, she a mutt
’bout to get rich this year, i can feel it in my gut
tryna escape, but the street sh*t got a hold on me
i look like a beehive, it’s so many hoes on me
my lil’ b*tch love hard, she’ll sell her soul for me

been tryna figure out what to do with all these racks
i don’t take my swipe friends to the gym, them n*ggas hacks
my lil’ b*tch on the g*way, you can catch me in the back
it’s so many officers tryna catch me with a strap
i’m a dog for real, they’ll never catch me in the cat
i’m so quick to tell a b*tch n*gga to pardon my back, hah

my words get these b*tches out they panties, it’s a gift
but every time the hook ask me somethin’, i’ma plead the fifth
i used to live in section 8 housing, how could i forget?
i lost my pops at fifteen, i been hustlin’ ever since
i been sinnin’, i been wildin’, talk to god, i repent
i got grown money, these n*ggas be childish as it get
i’m a pit, i’ll never let ’em play me like a b*tch
merry christmas, i gave the world some fire, this my gift

n*ggas always tryna do what i do like it’s easy
i told my teachers i was gon’ get rich, they ain’t believe me
my fans can’t believe i’m posted in the ghetto like i’m peezy
i can’t believe my mans really played it foul like he ain’t need me

n*ggas always tryna say they real, but really be foul
i used to shoot my shot at b*tches, b*tches shoot at me now
i’m too paid, the plug front me pounds, they three loud
juan told me calm down, i’m tryin’ not to be wild

- skilla baby lyrics

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