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letra de tay b style - skilla baby

huh?
(mia jay c)
merry christmas
happy new year
huh?

n-ggas always barkin’ on the ‘net, don’t even be wild
i get in my car to bless my insta’ with a freestyle
walk him down, this a layup, don’t need no rebound
all facts since a lil’ n-gga, this tay b style
my lil’ b-tch don’t want no lacefront, she like leave out
i got money, i got hoes, i don’t need clout
n-ggas always talkin’ crazy ’bout me till i beat they ass
i should buy this n-gga mama house, make him leave out

fire bomb the weed house, can’t get no more weed out
i’ll knock your t–th out your mouth and make you bleed out
when i see a n-gga i don’t like, sh-t get violent
’cause i grew up fightin’, hearin’ police sirеns
threw the fiends a concеrt, i got miley cyrus
hustle all day, then spread that money like a virus

huh? all my b-tches twenty-six and up
i heard you got a bbl, can you let me f-ck?
in the hood, i’m on tuck, bein’ broke, that sh-t suck
my new b-tch mixed with stallion and italian, she a mutt
’bout to get rich this year, i can feel it in my gut
tryna escape, but the street sh-t got a hold on me
i look like a beehive, it’s so many hoes on me
my lil’ b-tch love hard, she’ll sell her soul for me

been tryna figure out what to do with all these racks
i don’t take my swipe friends to the gym, them n-ggas hacks
my lil’ b-tch on the g-way, you can catch me in the back
it’s so many officers tryna catch me with a strap
i’m a dog for real, they’ll never catch me in the cat
i’m so quick to tell a b-tch n-gga to pardon my back, hah

my words get these b-tches out they panties, it’s a gift
but every time the hook ask me somethin’, i’ma plead the fifth
i used to live in section 8 housing, how could i forget?
i lost my pops at fifteen, i been hustlin’ ever since
i been sinnin’, i been wildin’, talk to god, i repent
i got grown money, these n-ggas be childish as it get
i’m a pit, i’ll never let ’em play me like a b-tch
merry christmas, i gave the world some fire, this my gift

n-ggas always tryna do what i do like it’s easy
i told my teachers i was gon’ get rich, they ain’t believe me
my fans can’t believe i’m posted in the ghetto like i’m peezy
i can’t believe my mans really played it foul like he ain’t need me

n-ggas always tryna say they real, but really be foul
i used to shoot my shot at b-tches, b-tches shoot at me now
i’m too paid, the plug front me pounds, they three loud
juan told me calm down, i’m tryin’ not to be wild

- skilla baby

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