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letra de hully - skilla baby

[intro]
huh
(um, reuel, stop playing)
no f-ckin’ cap, stop playin’
i’m done
i’m done sayin’ i’m done playin’
back in that one bag
huh

[verse]
i’m done sayin’ i’m done playin’, i’m a pit
wilt chamberlain, i can drop a hundred on a kit
and i know magic, i can turn an onion to a brick
i ain’t never by myself ’cause i ride with my bl!ck
huh, when you see them strikers outside, it’s a hit
i done lost fights, still’ll hit a n-gga in his sh-t
i be outside everyday, chillin’ in my kit
new ‘fit, fresh as sh-t, make the b-tches throw a fit
get your tongue shot the f-ck up thinkin’ i’m a l!ck
bein’ broke made me sick, man, that sh-t made me itch
i done took so many l’s (huh?), time to get a win
i be hittin’ other n-ggas’ hoes when i want revenge
i pray god let me in even though i sin
i get money, go to sleep, wake up, do it again
i don’t know how i ain’t fat yet when i eat the most
i know all the k!llers love me, that’s why i keep ’em close
i told hutch bless me with a brick, not a ki’ of coke
i heart all the b-tches that ain’t f-cked me when i was broke
we be all outside with the jewelry on
hit the woof, make a call, then the woof be gone
i got blow, i got ‘bows and hoes, i got two, three, fours
in the 650, same car as the lukey song
when your b-tch give me head, i put it on cruise control
i just do that to make sure i don’t lose control
if i get mad at you, i’ma sl-t your b-tch out
my young n-gga don’t never leave the brick house (huh?)
if it’s on the floor, he gon’ air that b-tch out
the hook lookin’ for that white, b-tch, get out, huh
i wasn’t always ballin’, i had to sit out
wild man yellin’ at his young n-gga, push that sh-t out
i’ma stack a hundred m’s, do it again, that’s what this sh-t ’bout
huh, i seen n-ggas gettin’ to the cheese, i couldn’t miss out
huh, i be gettin’ money, they can’t stand it
every time i make another ten, rubber band it
you be runnin’ off on n-ggas, you a bandit
hm, he ain’t stand in no business, so i banded
i be hittin’ other n-ggas’ hoes, that sh-t random
me and fler, kiki, and the pros, we a tandem
he wanna pay the lows for the ‘bows, i’m a gandem
come here, lil’ baby, talk to me, where your man at?
if you ain’t got no p-ssy for me, where the head at?
young black n-gga ridin’ in a red scat
always chase my rear views, where the feds at?
if i ain’t somewhere gettin’ money, then i’m layin’ back, no cap, huh
i’m on that
if we knock his head off, it ain’t gon’ grow back
i like to ice my b-tch tab, then her whole neck (huh)
what i want more than p-ssy? some more checks
if i ain’t gettin’ no money, i don’t want s-x
i don’t break her down, i move weight now, bowflex
sk!lla, where you’ve been? where you at? i’m where the pros at
i’m probably somewhere with your favorite ho havin’ g.o.a.t s-x
hm, baby, don’t tell on who we was f-ckin’, they don’t know that
hm, before you open up your mouth, baby, close that
if you open up your mouth, hit the road, jack
i done lost friends and money, where my pros at?
huh, i don’t want no hoes, bae
no refund on drugs, i ain’t takin’ nose back
you was gettin’ smacked up, you ain’t never sold smack
if i don’t make five thousand, i ain’t goin’ home, jack
no cap, huh, i said no cap
let my dreads hang, i ain’t wearin’ no hat
hm, put my b-lls on the plane, they get flown back
i look like a civilian, they don’t know i’m on that
i’m on that, huh, i say i’m on that
if it don’t got no money for me, i don’t wanna go back
n-gga play me, pull the clippers out, push his ‘fro back
they gon’ zip him up or stitch him up and try to sew that, huh
[outro]
you know that
sk!lla baby

- skilla baby

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