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letra de gumbo mix - skilla baby & ytb fatt

[intro]
(you cut up on this one, jay c)

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
y’all think these n-gga street, not to me
i’m a skinny n-gga, but my pockets fat, ytb (mia jay c)
mama, buss that p-ssy open for me, i’m just tryna see
we ain’t doin’ no drive-by’s, my n-ggas hopping out on feet, n-gga

[verse 2: ytb fatt]
these n-ggas claim they smackers, not to me, n-gga
i just signed for them m’s, but i stil’ll get on feet, n-gga
i been hearing them talking about gangster sh-t, i don’t wanna know ’bout what you did
last n-gga played on the ‘net, he six feet, n-gga

[verse 3: sk!lla baby]
don’t want to hear about what you did, come do that to me, n-gga
spin a n-gga like a cd, then come back and remix it
you know i’m a d, n-gga, a real street n-gga
my glock’ll leave n-ggas, i’m a dead beat with it

[verse 4: ytb fatt]
uh, i’m a dead beat like the pappy, n-gga
grown man inside the p-ssy two hours when the addy hit me
in my city, n-gga, they’ll put that sk!lla on a baby, huh
i was raised to get some money where n-ggas not hating
frrt, frrt, he was playing with this fire, sh-t, now he disable
every time i look up, new cousin asking for some paper
who is you?
[verse 5: sk!lla baby]
every time i look up, i be in the trenches with my lil’ n-ggas
they like k!lling sh-t, we pull up with switches
we get sh-t touched from detroit to west memphis
i got millions, still sellin’ fake perc’s to the gremlins

[verse 6: ytb fatt]
i got millions, when i beat the p-ssy, n-gga, i leave it in her
what you know ’bout operating the glock and making the switch invisible (given surgery)
don’t come tell me who smackin’ sh-t, ’cause n-gga, i’m with ’em
it don’t matter how much the f-cking bond, n-gga, just know
i’m with ’em
i’ma pay it

[verse 7: sk!lla baby]
we be smackin’ sh-t
when i’m tired of this rapping sh-t, pfft, back to hits
pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, that’s a switch
my lil’ n-gga, he ain’t got no sense, he’ll whack a b-tch

[verse 8: ytb fatt]
when i’m tired of this rapping sh-t, back to sending hits
frrt-frrt, huh, frrt, huh, i still do that sh-t
that’s a p-ssy blitz
she said she ain’t tryna sell no p-ssy, i got her at my mix
[verse 9: sk!lla baby]
ha, she what me to buy that bbl, pfft, it’s a trick
we done put this sh-t on many men, ha, 50 cent
you a ho, but you pretty as h-ll, f-ck it, give me kiss (ha)
let me see an opp’ when i’m outside, he getting stripped

[verse 10: ytb fatt]
take her to the penthouse from the yatch, f-ck it, make her strip
take her panties off, i seen a pad, what the f-ck is this?
i just made her shake the spot right now, she don’t exist
been the same gang all my life, was never cl!ck-to-cl!ck

[verse 11: sk!lla baby]
huh, opp’ pack in the ‘wood, who the f-ck is this? (huh)
smoked two n-ggas at one time, it’s a gumbo mix
twenty lil’ n-ggas in my sprinter, it’s a hundred sticks
i love my plug so much, i’ll let him f-ck my b-tch

[verse 12: ytb fatt]
ran out of runtz, he had gk, i had to pull a mix
soggy p-ssy feel like i was havin’ s-x with some grits
i just got a run down (what you hear?), he ain’t hittin’ on sh-t
n-gga better get some get back, we the last one sent a blitz, frrt, frrt

- skilla baby ytb fatt

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