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letra de bullet proof - skilla baby

[intro]
huh? (mia jay c)
nah, for real
huh? (i hear you, jay c)

[verse]
i get n-ggas hit, if you rich, send a blitz
n-gga, quit talkin’ sh-t, b-tch, get in the mix
i can show a n-gga how to get rich with a split
turn a nick’ to a brick, lil’ b-tch, i’m the sh-t
been lit since a jit, keep bl!cks in the whip
think he beefin’ with his granny, he got hit with a switch
lawyer on speed dial, take a hit, then repent
we take sh-t to trial ’cause we get sh-t dismissed
i’m the man in my city, i don’t think these n-ggas hear me
not guilty, i just seen my young n-gga on the jury
n-ggas fear me, k!ll him with my eyes closed, blind fury
f-ck the beef, if you tryna get some money, come get near me
i’m a young money gettin’ n-gga from the west side
put a switch on my glock, it shoot like a tec-9
i got ice water on my chest, ooh, i’m blessed, god
you don’t wanna stand next to me with no si’s
i get two hundred on a test trial ’cause i’m tied in
i get brr from the bird man, he gon’ fly ’em in
tried to k!ll his ass, he told on me, let me try again
told the hook i don’t know what happened, i’ll lie again
get n-ggas smacked, i got bl!cks big as shaq
i’m still in the trenches tryna get rid of sack
pull up to the bp in bp with a strap
micro with the kickback, i call this b-tch, “midget mac”
i’m with a bad b-tch, p-ssy good and she got ass
my lil’ b-tch red, good head and she got class
lil’ n-gga shot my truck up, he got caught fast
my last backend was twenty-five thousand all cash
i’m a money gettin’ n-gga, i rock chrome heart denim
i’m like, “f-ck the new benz,” i’m a mopar spinner
i’m a bad b-tch hitter, i’m a real go getter
better focus on yourself if you ever see me with her
i’ll fly the papi steak chef to me, i want some dinner
i’m a hypocrite, send a blitz, k!ll him, then re-pin her
i’ma keep hustlin’ every day ’cause i wanna be bigger
i’m a hot head, hope you drop dead, i got a temper
i’m the wrong n-gga with a pistol, this b-tch shoot a missile
this b-tch rip though tissue, when it hit you, i’ll come and get you
got my chopper chewin’ like a dog, yes, b-tch, we done bit you
hope my chopper hit you, come back through again if i miss you
even my young n-ggas be playin’ with that shih tzu
i keep my pistol, my favorite utensil
i sell food, cut that boy with that ginsu
i stay off the grid, but you be playin’ with my mental
[outro]
she want a young n-gga that get money
she want a young n-gga that be thuggin’
she want a young n-gga that get money
n-gga, we’ll shoot the chopper in public
she want a young n-gga that get money
the ap came plain, but i bust it
she just want a young n-gga that get money
i just want a real b-tch i can thug with
huh? she just want a young n-gga that get money
hmm, a young turnt n-gga n0body can’t f-ck with

- skilla baby

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