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letra de nba - rtb mb, skilla baby & rtb capo

[intro: sk!lla baby]
(e-e-energy made this one)
huh?
my boys on real rtb sh-t
chh

[chorus: sk!lla baby]
it’s a lot of nba n-ggas i don’t like (huh?)
it’s a lot of nba n-ggas i don’t like (huh?)
it’s a lot of nba n-ggas i don’t like (huh?)
tuh, it’s a lot of nba n-ggas i don’t like (huh?)
first of all, kobe over mike

[verse 1: rtb capo]
rtb, n-gga, lot these n-ggas cappin’, ain’t gon’ do nothin’
shoutout my n-gga ron, man, that’s where i get my woop from
i’m always with my clan, man, i swear we like the klu klux
put 20 on his head, call the janitor, he gettin’ sweeped up

[verse 2: rtb mb]
i’m kobe in the fourth with the glocks, know that we clutch
unless i’m off the act’ or the wocky, i don’t sleep much
he got gorilla glue up in his ‘wood, that’s a weak blunt
i ain’t tryna grow with no b-tch, i’m a tree stump

[verse 3: sk!lla baby]
my mama should’ve named me giannis, i’m tryna see buck
—- can’t check ja with his weak b-tt
i almost fought pat bev last year, tell him, “meet up”
please train, k!llian hayes, i’m tryna see sweet stuff
[verse 4: rtb capo]
and yo’ b-tch call me o.j. (’cause why?), i be stabbin’ her
my n-gga nick got 30 on his neck, but he my manager
you ain’t never made 30 in a day, what you laughin’ at?
n-gga, that is not za’ in yo’ blunt, go smoke a cancer stick

[verse 5: rtb mb]
rudy gobert with his hoes, he be clampin’ sh-t
said she like mcs, i’ma hammer it
f-ck around and get his face burnt, who he tendin’ with?
hot sauce with thick hoes, i can handle it

[verse 6: sk!lla baby & rtb capo]
i call my swipe n-gga marcus morris, he hackin’ sh-t (huh?)
who the f-ck wanna hoop like pavlović?
i’m like ‘bron in ’03, i be travelin’
steve nash with yo’ ho, check me, i’ll pass this thing (n-gga)

[verse 7: rtb capo]
i call sk!ll ray allen, he be whackin’ sh-t (n-gga)
demarcus cousins off this drank, i’m gettin’ mad as sh-t
i got them footb-lls in yo’ city, on my madden sh-t
hit two hoes, then i disappear, that’s a magic trick

[verse 8: rtb mb]
b-tch keep tryna grab some c-ck, she done grabbed the bl!ck
made a scary move with yo’ b-tch, i was stabbin’ it
turned the lamb’ truck matte black like it’s african
me and sk!lla’s like the hardy bros, we be taggin’ sh-t
[chorus: sk!lla baby]
it’s a lot of nba n-ggas i don’t like (huh?)
it’s a lot of nba n-ggas i don’t like (huh?)
it’s a lot of nba n-ggas i don’t like (huh?)
tuh, it’s a lot of nba n-ggas i don’t like (huh?)
first of all, kobe over mike, huh?

- rtb mb skilla baby rtb capo

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