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letra de life - skilla baby

[intro: sk!lla baby]
(the circle)
(bless you, sancho)
naw, for real
i done helped a lot of them b-tches, though
no cap
what 12 say? huh
i’m kinda tired of this sh-t, though
this sh-t get annoying, you feel me? (huh?)
heartbreaks
n-ggas lie
makin’ promises they can’t keep
huh? (push that sh-t out, sk!lla)
[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
where your money? where your car? where your kit at? (huh?)
where you live? n-gga, where you pay rent at? (huh)
every time i get some money, boy, i flip that
when the bad b-tch see these vvs, she give me kit kat (huh)
bust my bale, huh, hutch know me well
i pay my lawyer good, he won’t let me go to jail, huh
young n-gga had to fend for myself
i can’t go out sad, people depend on my help, huh
the old-heads can’t believe i’m only twenty-three
i turned nothin’ into somethin’, man, look at me
i turned rags into riches, hit the baddest b-tches
i got a credit card with a five-thousand-dollar limit
huh, you should see how they treat me in the clubs
same b-tches used to ho me, now they see me, show me love
huh, i be with the thugs, the n-ggas with the drugs
i’m tryna be a role model for my lil’ cuz

[interlude: sk!lla baby]
naw, for real
i done helped a lot of them b-tches, though
no cap
what 12 say? huh
i’m kinda tired of this sh-t, though
this sh-t get annoying, you feel me? (huh?)
heartbreaks
n-ggas lie
makin’ promises they can’t keep
huh?
[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
hmm, i get money, f-ck hoes, rock ice
love doin’ street sh-t, don’t know what’s wrong with my life
love totin’ bl!cks with the iron sights
my swipe n-gga punchin’ sh-t like iron mike
i had heartbreaks, i had letdowns
heart cold, neck froze, this sh-t’ll never melt down
i was a young n-gga, they ain’t feel me
standin’ on top of the world, and i’m still me
if you wanna hate on me, go ahead, feel free
i done really had n-ggas tryna k!ll me
huh
but that’s what happen when you winnin’ for no reason
made the bag touch down all season
never go against the family, that’s treason (huh?)
i give these young n-ggas somethin’ to believe in
young n-gga, catch a flight every weekend, huh?

- skilla baby

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