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letra de skub - sada baby

(june, you’re a g*nius)

[intro]
know some n-ggas p-ssy, that’s on everything
try to know them lame n-ggas smoke a mary jane
can’t be married to no b-tch i’m blowing wedding cake
you get buried wit’ them n-ggas you get carried away
choppa make his body separate, do it in every way
i want a hood b-tch wit’ cheese, a jasmine renee

[refrain]
no, i don’t want no b-tch, but i be h-rny though
i ain’t got no time for ’em, that’s why i ignore these hoes
i got a lotta bands on me, what they f-ckin’ fo’
but this money for this war i’m ’bout to touch a opp
ar with the drum, it’s gon’ cut his top
they think bro a janitor the way he clutch the mop
they think i’m ‘greein’ wit’ ’em way i touch the yap
uh uh, nuh uh, can’t stop, won’t stop, skub

[verse 1]
yeah, big skub
thuggin’ up in public, you f-ck wit’ me, i’m rude
b-tch, i got suspended every time i went to school
never learned nothin’ ’cause i told you cut a fool
notice i said cut instead of act because it’s true
i ain’t never act unless they act up in my double cup
n-ggas don’t want action, b-tch i’m rackin’, we a double up
b-tch, i make magic, i’ll pop, watch it bubble up, skub
[verse 2]
b-tch, don’t call me non’ else
when the wraith on yo’ ass, ain’t no callin’ for help
once them drakes on yo’ ass, all these on with the sh-lls
skuba man got the bands, they like dawg off the shelf
that’s yo’ man’s, he get crash and can dog it to h-ll
i shot that b-tch through the fans, i heard all of them yells
yo’ bm got my d-ck in her hands, put it all on her nails
made that b-tch move my grams, she get all of the sales, skub

[verse 3]
b-tch, that’s my first name
used to hit l!cks for the rent when the first came
empty out a whole hundred clips, got the worst aim
broski hit a n-gga in his sh-t, he a hurt lame
if i wasn’t on top of my sh-t, that would hurt game
but b-tch i been on my p’s and q’s, it’s the first day
on god, i get to shakin’ some sh-t like a earthquake
but b-tch i run my bidi, i’m the man in my birthplace, skub

[verse 4]
aye, yeah, that’s how you address me
i been ballin’, pullin’ numbers, i need me a espie
yo’ mama in my call log, code name bestie
she gimme the script for them perc o’septies
i look at that old b-tch like, “her so s-xy”
and she look at that young n-gga like i’m that one n-gga
i look at myself and know that i’m that one n-gga
been that one n-gga
if it’s up it’s stuck n-gga, skub
[verse 5]
aye, ooh, let’s talk about it
i got the nickname from my big daddy, on my mama
b-tch, i turn to adam sandler when i’m off the molly
get to skuba divin’ every b-tch that come around me
get to skuba divin’ every b-tch that bum around me
b-tch, we supersizin’ every clip that come around me
n-ggas shoot for sada, main reason they hung around me
n-gga, i’ll shoot for sada, boy i’ll bust somebody, skub
skuba rube and i’m in bompton
really skuba rube wherever i’m at often
nasty skub when i’m in that p-ssy often
walk arc, double cup, good sauce pack
gucci jacket one on one, it’s off the rack
took a n-gga b-tch, still ain’t brought her back
off the easy, shoot the 4-5 off his hat
order a airstrike right where her dawg be at, skub

[verse 6]
skuba baby, there go skub ass
that’s what gang gang call me wit’ my bool ass
when i’m on that bullsh-t, they never turn me down
they know i don’t pass my ‘woods, ain’t enough to go around
they like, skub trippin’, there he go again
but they move wit’ him, cause ain’t no hoe in them
ain’t no hoe in him, ain’t no hoe in me
no, ain’t no hoe in we, and we a blow at them, skub
[verse 7]
talk skuba steve
toughest n-gga in it, ain’t no soft, skuba steve
dawg know he shouldn’t a played it raw, skuba steve
but it’s a wrap, cause you cut that n-gga off, skuba steve
if that boy was smart, he should’ve f-cked wit’ you, steve
cause from the start, boy, that n-gga couldn’t f-ck wit’ you, steve
you ain’t never need no n-gga, i see that sh-t, skub
know they see this sh-t too, mvp, b-tch, i’m skub

[refrain]
no, i don’t want no b-tch, but i be h-rny though
(i ain’t got no time for ’em, that’s why i ignore these hoes)
i got a lot of bands on me, what they f-ckin’ fo’
(but this money for this war, i’m bout to touch a opp)
ar with the drum, it’s gon’ cut his top
they think bro a janitor the way he clutch the mop
they think i’m ‘greein’ wit’ ’em the way i grab the yap
uh uh, nuh uh, can’t stop, won’t stop, skub

(june, you’re a g*nius)

- sada baby

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