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straight from da bottom - skyonna lyrics

[intro]
breakfast time i stare (stare)
across the table at an empty chair

“straight from the 8*4*3”
“when you hear this sh*t, you gone know it’s me”

life’s so lonely living without you
the whole day i just think about you

[chorus]
straight from the bottom, came out the mud
i been posted up in the trenches with thugs
i’m always turnt up, i stay strapped in the club
i’m not pulling up, unless you show me a dub
straight from the bottom, my shoes they been muddy
they all on my d*ck, but back then they didn’t love me
thuggin’ in this b*tch, i make sure sh*t get ugly
got off my ass, had to get me some money

showing my ass in this gamе, sh*t ain’t funny
ain’t chasing no bread, we call his ass “crumby”
turnt on a beat, i hoppеd on like a bunny
n*ggas wanna f*ck me and these b*tches trynna be my buddy
d*mn, i pray up above
sometimes a thug just need a hug
“you ever wash your clothes in the tub?”
“have yo’ people in the feds just for selling drugs?”

[verse 1]
but back to the point tho’
we in the trap loaded
b*tch, we got to max out
if a b*tch try me, they know imma blackout
f*ck with one n*gga, cuz’ he blow my back out
and my other n*gga know he bring the racks out
sh*t could get ugly, fist fight, make ya tap out
i’m bout to cut up, my dog got the mop out
my partner had beef, we pull up, had a cookout

[verse 2]
still free my uncle
they won’t let my thug out
still free my uncle
they won’t let my thug out
they f*ck with skyonna
they say that b*tch thugged out
we from the country, [?] mud out
biggest b*tch in the club, catch me with my mug out
life is a game, well catch me in the dugout
got everything you need, hit me when yo’ plug out
you ain’t gang, you can’t hang
told that b*tch, “get the f*ck out”
only way is up now
[chorus]
straight from the bottom, came out the mud
i been posted up in the trenches with thugs
i’m always turnt up, i stay strapped in the club
i’m not pulling up, unless you show me a dub

straight from the bottom, my shoes they been muddy
they all on my d*ck, but back then they didn’t love me
thuggin’ in this b*tch, i make sure sh*t get ugly
got off my ass, had to get me some money

showing my ass in this game, sh*t ain’t funny
ain’t chasing no bread, we call his ass “crumby”
turnt on a beat, i hopped on like a bunny
n*ggas wanna f*ck me and these b*tches trynna be my buddy
d*mn, i pray up above
sometimes a thug just need a hug
“you ever wash your clothes in the tub?”
“have yo’ people in the feds just for selling drugs?”

- skyonna lyrics

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