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letra de ok bet - skilla baby

[intro]
huh?
nah, for real
(my n-gga lee, i think we got another one)
huh?

[chorus]
n-ggas keep playing, man, that sh-t don’t make sense
when i know twenty n-ggas that’s gon’ take hits
white gold, bust patek full of paint chips
lil’ n-gga, but my bag big as saint nick
all my n-ggas shake sh-t, just like fake bricks
i love me a pretty b-tch that’s gon’ take d-ck
when i got shot, n-ggas played with me, huh
when them n-ggas got shot, i ain’t say sh-t
[verse]
everyday i play the hood like i ain’t rich
i’m really up some dog sh-t off create checks
n-ggas say they gon’ k!ll me, okay, bet
but i ain’t even bust a sweat, them boys ain’t threats
that sh-t ain’t sh-t, n-gga, watch my new kick
left for six through with gary, all blue sh-t
my new b-tch, she the one, but she too thick
i can’t be doing certain sh-t, man, i’m too rich
you want n-ggas out your way, you gotta move sh-t
we ain’t goin’ around n-ggas, we go through sh-t
i hate the court, we don’t accept pleas, we shoot sh-t
i’m walking ’round, rich as f-ck on my juice sh-t
these rap n-ggas eatin’ d-ck, jeffrey dahmer
playin’ half-and-half, both sides, arnold palmer
huh, shoot a n-gga wit’ a smile, i couldn’t be calmer
n-gga think he gon’ scare me just because he holler (ayy)
a couple n-ggas played wit’ me knowin’ that they need me
huh, now i’m two-million up, i feel like i’m peezy
all my fans want to see brown, i ain’t breezy
all the b-tches still wanna f-ck me and they know i’m sleazy
truck full of ‘bows, neck full of gold
hugh hefner in my house, bed full of hoes
i got a check, so i spent a check on my watch
put a check on my opps, go check on my opps
let me see ’em outside, they getting stretched on that block
if you love me, baby, put your neck on my c-ck
rose gold tint, all white patek
ten steppers with me and they all like static
huh, is that ass real? baby, let me grab it
huh, all my b-tches gotta be pretty and thick as the rabbit
man, i love cheatin’, it’s just a habit
i love mike amiri, even spend sh-t in fashion
i love getting money, it make me happy
i know how to get sh-t done just like my daddy
huh, when they hear i’m in town, them boys get frantic
they know mike mo wit’ me, them boys don’t panic
west side n-gga, i’m a east side don
east side adopted me, i’m with east side juan
took a fifty up to gary, told him, “freeze my time”
you need to take yo’ ice back, man
see mine shine, y’all got the good opps, man, see mine lyin’
what a time to be alive, n-ggas keep on dyin’
man, flights ain’t cheap, but i keep on flyin’
n-ggas wanna be around sk!lla, he got signed
they all d-ck suckers, yeah, y’all d-ck suckers
i think i love all my hoes right until we quit f-cking, huh
sk!lla, baby, in the gang, got this b-tch jumpin’
spent a hundred on my chain, man this b-tch bussin’
all the kids love me, i’m finna quit cussing
rich as f-ck, but i’m still in this b-tch thuggin’ (my n-gga lee, i think we got another one)
[bridge]
we ain’t goin’ around n-ggas, we go through sh-t
put a check on my opps, go check on my opps

- skilla baby

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