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letra de misfit - skilla baby

[intro: sk!lla baby]
(mia jay c)
huh?
nah, for real (i hear you, jay c)

[chorus: sk!lla baby]
huh? every time i see my opps, i’m gon flip sh-t (huh? no cap)
in the field, john madden, it’s a hit stick (ayy)
i ain’t goin’ back broke, i do rich sh-t (ayy)
i f-ck my hoes on a pile of money, i got rich quick (huh?)
too rich to go on drill, so i send hits (huh?)
if rap don’t work for me, i know how to flip bricks (nah)
i don’t f-ck with n0body, i’m a misfit (no, i don’t)
i really spent like ten thousand on this fit (no cap)

[verse 1: sk!lla baby & polo g]
i ain’t gon’ lie, lately i been on my rick sh-t
ain’t gotta turn the lights on ’cause my wrist lit (’cause my wrist)
this ain’t no lil’ boy ice, this a big kit (no cap)
my b-tch came with a b-tch, my drac’ came with a kit (huh? baow)
i got like a hundred thousand in amiris, huh? (huh?)
n-gga, i won’t let a stylist get near me (huh?)
i don’t never see my opps out ’cause they fear me
them boys only on the ’gram tryna dm me, huh? (huh?)
i got a palm angels leather jacket on, n-gga (no cap)
i rapped about my whole outfit on this song, n-gga (no cap)
these ain’t no regular goggles that i got on, n-gga (huh?)
these chrome, n-gga, huh? (huh?)
i’m young, but my money grown, n-gga (huh? no cap)
temper short, but my money long, n-gga (no cap)
you ain’t no real p, you are no hitter (huh?)
i tell my n-gga, “go,” he gon’ go get him (go get him)
put a switch on the whip, hit like four n-ggas (brrt)
n-gga, i don’t never trip ’cause i know k!llers (’cause i know k!llers)
n-ggas always talkin’ sh-t that don’t know sk!lla (ayy)
i’ll get a n-gga shot tomorrow like glorilla (huh?)
you can only hang with me if you spin sh-t (on the gang)
n-gga, all my ice water, i do trim sh-t (on the gang)
all my money blue, all my hoes slim-thick (on the gang)
we spin sh-t, double back if you don’t hit sh-t (huh?)
ayy, i just got rich, my old n-ggas been rich (huh?)
man, give that b-tch to me, you ain’t gon’ spin sh-t (huh?)
i’m a rich n-gga, i need a rich b-tch (huh?)
dollar got a road down the way, he let me send sh-t (he let me send sh-t)
peace to the gods (peace to the gods)
i got shot one time and three n-ggas died (huh?)
i cut everybody off, they keep bein’ odd (huh?)
some sh-t i just really leave up to god (i just leave it up to god)
i’m tryna catch a hat, you can see it in my eyes (huh?)
i’m the truth n-gga, these n-ggas lyin’ (lyin)
if i ain’t on they ass, why these n-ggas dyin’? (dyin’)
if i ain’t on they ass, why these n-ggas cryin’? (cryin’)
if i ain’t on they ass, why these n-ggas hidin’? (hidin’)
if i ain’t on they ass, why my n-ggas slidin’? (slidin’)
my n-gga slide by hisself, he shootin’ and drivin’ (huh?)
uh, ayy
n-ggas don’t talk sh-t to me, only fake pages (huh?)
i let my lil’ n-gga slide ’cause they day ages (’cause they day ages)
i don’t tell my n-ggas, “stay safe,” i say, “stay dangerous”
rich as f-ck, n-gga (huh?), wish me luck, n-gga, ayy (huh?)
man, i got the other side sick as f-ck, n-gga (sick as f-ck, n-gga)
and f-ck the dead opps, dig him up, n-gga (dig him up, n-gga)
huh? gang, ayy
[verse 2: polo g]
don’t respect no new opps, they just fake threats
i just bought some new glocks with my pay slip
standin’ over him like —-, take that, take that
lil’ bro the hottest in the city, they ain’t even seen his face yet
’cause he always masked up and he quick to blast somethin’
got a contract with my k!llers, so i keep some cash tucked
couple opps been goin’ missin’, i think they got bad luck
and it ain’t no competition, n-gga, they can’t pass us
backends, skull sh-t, them switches make ’em fall quick
we go run his ho and turn her mouth into a ball pit
if they ever cross that line of scrimmage, we gon’ all blitz
.40 ringin’, he got facetime, they wish that call missed
from chiraq like i’m sosa, i’m who these b-tches love
got bl!cks on us, mean muggin’ while we in the cub
he think he steppin’, how we thuggin’, we gon’ give him slugs
b-tch, i’m a gangster like my cousin, it’s just in the blood, b-tch

[chorus: sk!lla baby]
huh? every time i see my opps, i’m gon flip sh-t (huh?)
in the field, john madden, it’s a hit stick
i ain’t goin’ back broke, i do rich sh-t
i f-ck my hoes on a pile of money, i got rich quick (huh?)
too rich to go on drill, so i send hits
if rap don’t work for me, i know how to flip bricks
i don’t f-ck with n0body, i’m a misfit
i really spent like ten thousand on this fit

- skilla baby

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