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letra de summer walker - skilla baby

[verse]
a.p. on me, bust crazy
i got on four chains
put the chopper on a n-gga face, he look like rocaine
buffs look like cocaine
omiri on my [?] d.n. d. my ho phone
working, i don’t want no calls
bad b-tch fetish, a pocket full of lettace
my bag touch down on the [?]
my swag come from paris, my shoes come from italy
n-ggas really think they f-cking with me, must be kidding me
got the scat pack for the culture, i’m [?]
my b-tch bad as h-ll, but she crazy, summer walker
i look like a louis manaquin, [?] diamonds look like water
no ceiling on the whip, i’m the new dwayne carter
i got two phones, and they both slapping for two different reasons
i’m like the freshest n-gga in the game, every season
if i don’t hold my breath, i’m the realest n-gga breathing
praying with my gloves on, tryna fight my demons
i’m a louis heathen, i’m a dior demon
i’m eating, my pockets growing like i feed them
i don’t want no handouts from n-ggas, i don’t need them
all my b-tches love it here, ’cause i teach them
when you talking to me, look me in my eye
i’m tryna make a hundred [?] before i die
i seen my first two fifty, made me cry
they say i’m hot as h-ll, i be riding with my fire
i don’t talk to n-ggas, i don’t trust them, not because i’m shy
i take the lessons god give me to the chin, n-gga, i don’t never ask him why
new scat packs, lamb chops, i love going fast
just in case i see an opp n-gga in traffic, i get on his ass
on the side street doing two hundred, i don’t ever crash
my mama say she worried ’bout me, i keep putting on my mask
thirty thousand on the cuban, i ain’t have to hit my stash
twenty thousand on the diamond link, i take pics, no flash
i came home, i ain’t ask for sh-t, i got my hustle on
i just counted out a half ticket, hurt my funny bone
everytime they hear hah, sk!lla dropped another song
we gon’ spin the block, everytime a n-gga rub me wrong
deal with business on this one, my b-tches call my other phone
put some money on a n-gga top, yop, they gon’ bust his [?]
his family looking for him, na, nuh uh, he ain’t coming home
rocaine, this b-tch hard

- skilla baby

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