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letra de 02 baby - ski 4l

(turn me up gb)

aye
aye
aye

[hook]
i’m on go
ride round the city don’t f-ck with these hoes
i only want get bread ‘n the dough
spazzing on beats dropping all of these flows
i got control of the heat now you know
playing with me ain’t gon let that sh-t go
02 baby had to let you all know
i ran the game i had all of these hoes
i ain’t have no money i ain’t have no goals
but now that i got it, i’m poppin at shows
i’m done with the sh-t, i ain’t rocking wit’ bull
i been chasing the dream, securing the dough
only want real ties, i ain’t talking no lie
gotta b-tch on the side, if she down im gon’ ride
door suicide, what i cop whеn im fly
i was down, i was out, i was getting to high

[verse 1]
now that i’m sober i know how to rock
got a b-tch on my c-ck, n the hatеrs they flock
the party don’t stop, when you get to the top
no more smoking on rock i ain’t trippin off wock
ain’t talking wockesha won’t say that i need ya
i been on the court n’ you up in the bleachers
i ballin on b-tches, told ben that i need him
i’m talking bout franks n’ the commas i need em
if i’m being frank i’m cool
long as i got you mom i ain’t fool
was f-cking wit’ all the hoes to feel cool
the people around me say go hit the school
but i ain’t listen to them
drowning myself, i was down on myself
i was stuck in the mud, the mix, not feeling myself
but i said i ain’t ever need help
had to f-ck it up all up to see it’s my time
going to to get to get, i grind n’ i shine
now that i’m solid they ain’t on my mind
the lies from the b-tches that’s wasting my time
they all on my line, act like i’m blind
saying you fine, let’s sip on the wine
b-tch get the f-ck out, get off my d-ck now
don’t give f-ck what you on you ain’t sh-t now
been in my bag and this sh-t ain’t duffle
pass me the rock n’ you know i won’t fumble
grinding to get it i’m done being humble
i know what i’m worth so f-ck being humble
b-tch i’m on sh-t now, got a bad lil b-tch i’m in love but we friends
i tell you i love you i’m making amends
admitting my wrongs, admitting my sins
(uh, uh)
i’m applying the pressure
wave that i’m on you no could never measure
the shawty look good but i won’t ever date her
i don’t want a hoe no the b-tches don’t matter
(uh, uh)
smoking on pressure
don’t w that sh-t might be sober forever
still hit the plug cause we basically brothers
he been through it all on my side we forever
(uh, uh)
[hook]
i’m on go
ride round the city don’t f-ck with these hoes
i only want get bread n’ the dough
spazzing on beats dropping all of these flows
i got control of the heat now you know
playing with me ain’t gon let that sh-t go
02 baby had to let you all know
i ran the game i had all of these hoes

ain’t have no money i ain’t have no goals
but now that i got it, i’m poppin at shows
i’m done with the sh-t, i ain’t rocking wit’ bull
i been chasing the dream, securing the dough
only want real ties, i ain’t talking no lie
gotta b-tch on the side, if she down i’m gon’ ride
door suicide, what i cop when im fly
i was down, i was out, i was getting to high

[bridge]
sometimes you just gotta keep it real with yo self, just to feel yo self, you know?

then other times you just gotta talk ya sh-t, you know?

you just gotta let ‘em know you the sh-t
aye
aye

[verse 2
b-tch i, can’t love these hoes, they all zeros, blow out d-rose, busted key hole
counts my m’s yeah that’s six zeros
ten plus four like tyler herro
(huh?)
she be acting like a bop, no you know i can’t stop, like an uzi not a glock
and you know i’m in your city, n’ your girl she gimme kitty, i put money in her thong and now she worth a milli
man the b-tch might be silly, why you think you pretty?
i might get a bag for your face, on my city
no i don’t give a sh-t hoe, imma raise the bl!ck hoe, captain save a b-tch ain’t worried bout sh-t hoe
man thick he sl!ck? no, run off with his b-tch, hoe, he can bite the dust when i shoot this clip, oh
we gon’ do it my way, riding on the high way, finna make a movie like friday
b-tch claim we f-ck, we ever even met
if i shoot, imma splash like d-lo on the nets
b-tch tweak, this b-tch, she really upset
might treat, this b-tch, like sh-t, no regrets
demon in the coupe but i drive a g6
shout out ext he rock with me, but we ain’t done yet
that b-tch say what? like oh you wanna bet
10 racks on the gang, imma ride to the death
no the b-tch she a weirdo, her man he a zero
captain don’t miss, no respect like debo
feeling like herbo, driving like swervo
we so cold, the temp sub zero
(ha, ha, ha) burrr’
it’s cold i need fur, imma shoot it like bird
get a bag no purse, ‘fore i end up in a herse
b-tches love me it’s a curse
gotta fade like dirk
(uh)

[hook]
i’m on go
ride round the city don’t f-ck with these hoes
i only want get bread n’ the dough
spazzing on beats dropping all of these flows
i got control of the heat now you know
playing with me ain’t gon let that sh-t go
02 baby had to let you all know
i ran the game i had all of these hoes

- ski 4l

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