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letra de busta rhymes - skilla baby

[chorus]
i’m tryna run a hundred thousand up a hundred times
i put a switch on my ar, sound like busta rhymes
i’m serious, n-gga, please don’t give me funny vibes
i’ll do whatever for the gang, ’cause i love the guys
talking to a real n-gga, look me in my f-cking eyes
she thought i was gon’ be broke for life, i’m rich, surprise
my lil b-tch freaky in the bed, people think she’s shy

[verse]
she know i tell her [?] if i tell a lie
i’ll run a hundred thousand up, just [?]
i’ll leave the house broke, come back with some dog sh-t
these hoes don’t know who to choose, ’cause we all in
i ain’t buying verses with my rap money, i bought all bricks
my b-tches hardheaded, they gon’ [?] on soft sh-t
i gave my mama and my sister money, for i bought a kit
you oha me money, got me looking for you, [?]
my lil b-tch don’t want no lil n-ggas, she like bossy sh-t
i don’t wanna be around the old n-ggas that ain’t talking sh-t
my plug say he got some boes for me, he like call me quick
beat a skinny n-gga up with buffs on, i almost lost my sh-t
if i get caught with my [?] on, i’ma toss that b-tch
i get a n-gga touched down, like [?]
[?] rap n-ggas dying, it’s like [?]
these n-ggas be acting [?] like my hoes
please don’t touch that cheese, if it’s not your’s
these n-ggas’ll f-ck your road up, like pottholes
i ain’t f-cking with no hoes that ain’t got goals
you know we roll the beef up, like some tacos
it’s crazy, i never smoke weed, always got boes
[?] calling me a baby, like i’m not grown
[?] cool, i don’t want it if it’s not [?]
it ain’t sh-t to get a n-gga pressed, like a hot coam
i get a whole n-gga off, like i’m not on
i keep [?] with me, ’cause he drop sh-t
i did good, and made all my hoes toxic
all across the world on stages, rocking sh-t
and i still ain’t signed my name on a document
i ain’t ’bout to do no work, but i profited
my lil b-tch got all the chanel bags, no [?]
meet me at the white house of the ghetto, tryna politic
[?] baking soda in the water, i’m tryna lock this sh-t
we bought the big ar’s, [?] hockey sticks
[?] die in this b-tch
[chorus]
i’m tryna run a hundred thousand up a hundred times
i put a switch on my ar, sound like busta rhymes
i’m serious, n-gga, please don’t give me funny vibes
i’ll do whatever for the gang, ’cause i love the guys
talking to a real n-gga, look me in my f-cking eyes
she thought i was gon’ be broke for life, i’m rich, surprise
my lil b-tch freaky in the bed, people think she’s shy

- skilla baby

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