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doe boy & skilla baby - smack sh*t lyrics

[intro: sk!lla baby]
yee
nah, for real
huh (huh)

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
keep my bl!cky for when sh+t get sticky
my b+tch not no pick+me (fah)
if she with me, she don’t want you ‘less she know you run your city (nah, for real)
if you wanna hit her, hit me
she see me, i’m p like diddy (yee)
even if she picky, she gon’ probably pick me, b+tch, i’m litty (b+tch, i’m litty)
carti, marni, new givenchy (richie)
patek, presi’, richard millie (millie)
he say he gon’ k!ll me? i pull up with switchy, oh, really?
spin, spin, ’til i’m dizzy
pew+pew+pew, then up my semi
bah, bah, hit him, get him (bah)
oh, that’s them? let’s get busy (huh, yeah)
bro play with that pity, he get dizzy tryna work that rizzy (yee)
yеah, i play with crizzy, work my wristy when i cook that whitney (yee)
if i shoot and miss him, double back, likе, “hey, guys, did you miss me?” (hey, guys)
let me see an opp, i get to trippin’, spear his ass like britney (huh)
we been tryna hit a head
can’t find him, go get his mans (get his man)
i’m doe boy in that mini+van
50 cent, many men (oh, really?)
i pull up and bake him with that drakey, i’m a drizzy fan (huh)
hit his dome with my mitt on, i’m from michigan (huh)
[chorus: sk!lla baby & doe boy]
smack sh+t (smackin’), smack sh+t (yee)
smack sh+t (smackin’), we smack sh+t (go)
smack sh+t (smackin’), smack sh+t
smack sh+t (smackin’), we smack sh+t (bah)
smack sh+t (smackin’), smack sh+t
smack sh+t (smackin’), we smack sh+t (get it)
smack sh+t (smackin’), smack sh+t (doe)
smack sh+t, we smack sh+t (doe beezy, huh)

[verse 2: doe boy]
i’m beezy with the switchy (brrt, brrt, doe beezy)
and that’s sk!lla with the richie millie, silly
i just wanna f+ck, but i might l!ck it if she pretty (mwah, come here, baby)
need a million minimal for my b+tch, she so picky (mwah, come here, baby)
she don’t want you ‘less she heard you run your city (fool)
brought my glizzy to his house, first time i went met diddy (no bap)
with this fifty, n+gga, i don’t show no pity (no bap)
we got dead bodies, we get busy, n+gga, seriously (think i’m playin’?)
come through with the drac’, rrah, ho, get down (grrah, baow+baow+baow+baow)
my youngins k!ll on camera, don’t give a f+ck, they gon’ sit down (grrah, baow+baow+baow+baow)
a murder case ain’t nothin’, b+tch, my felons hold it down (grrah, baow+baow+baow+baow)
catch a rapper lackin’, sn+tch his chain at rolling loud (oh, really? haha)
i’m rbmg, they don’t trust us, we be schemin’ (rubberband money gang)
had her on my list, i got rich and f+cked my dream b+tch (mwah, come here, baby)
n+gga, you’s a snitch, up the bl!ck and get to tweakin’ (grrah, baow+baow+baow+baow)
karaoke diamonds, they might bust out, get to singin’ (mariah)
they know i’m a star by the way them b+tches twinklin’
chopper blow his phone up ’til he answer, keep on ringin’ it (grrt)
h+llo? now it’s goodbye, man down in east cleveland
don’t jump in that water, boy, you divin’ in the deep end (boom)
[chorus: sk!lla baby]
smack sh+t (smackin’), smack sh+t (yee)
smack sh+t (smackin’), we smack sh+t (go)
smack sh+t (smackin’), smack sh+t
smack sh+t (smackin’), we smack sh+t (bah)
smack sh+t (smackin’), smack sh+t
smack sh+t (smackin’), we smack sh+t (get it)
smack sh+t (smackin’), smack sh+t
smack sh+t (smack), we smack sh+t (bah)

[verse 3: sk!lla bay & doe boy]
every time we slide, a n+gga gon’ get fapped up (go)
black truck, b+tch, back up, i don’t need no backup (yee)
fully on the .308, this b+tch hit like a mack truck (baow)
if your ass get sn+tched up (yee), please just don’t point at us, huh (let’s go)
she a lease, but i can’t lie, that b+tch with the sh+ts (go)
pink and white diamonds, shrimp and grits on my wrist (oh, really?)
broke lil’ biddy boy, can’t no shrimp hit my b+tch (fool)
put me on a l!ck the only one way she get a kiss (mwah, come here, baby, uh)

[outro: doe boy]
oh, really?
big oh really
band gang (brr)

- doe boy skilla baby lyrics

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