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skeeter gang - speakers drop lyrics

[intro]

(manny laughing) aight its starting right now
always laughing when i get on the track , its like a routine
skeeter gang , you already know what it is man , manny right here

[verse 1: skeeter manny]

motherf-cker i’m paid (i’m paid)
no doubt about it , all my pilots
flyin private, all my wife wear is designer
like it ? i buy it , need my signature ? i’ll sign it
ballin hard 8 days a week, best believe we grindin
gun ! c-cked ! ock ! , i’ll shoot you where the dreads lock
hit with that 30 glock , you gon need bout 30 doctors
word to the skeeter block , we gon make that heater pop
b-ss bumpin hard , we gon bump till the speakers drop

[verse 2: skeeter nellz]

i’m screamin skeeter till the death of me
f-ckin with my n-ggas and i’m bound to catch a felony
f-ckin so much b-tches hoes call me bill bellamy
this chicken come thru and i’m the n-gga with the recipe
smokin weed all day (all day) , f-ckin hoes all night (all night)
if gettin this money is wrong , sh-t i don’t wanna be right
this be the life that we livin
alot n-ggas dummys and a few of us is gifted
thats why we at the top , and we stay gettin lifted
and while we standing here , sh-t we might as well get it
b-tches with us cause they man can’t match this sh-t
leave us alone with them girls , they never listen

[verse 3: skeeter ty]

yea , pic-sso couldn’t paint a better picture
stupid n-ggas tryna read me like a holy scripture
weak n-ggas stay away don’t get into the mixture
how you n-ggas up to bat but you don’t have a pitcher
my n-ggas rollin , all my n-ggas rollin
money we consoling , cash rules everything and its flowing
shawty -ss fat and its poking , i’m bout to bust open
c-mming down her throat and you know ty leave her choking
im the peoples champ , i got the belt , gold medal , no michael phelps
gold medal like d-wade , floor seats at the heat game
south beach miami , keep a bad b-tch like andy
she in my squarepants no sandy , she say i’m sweet no candy

[verse 4: skeeter knick]

steve nash in that p-ssy , she get stuck to my wing
she suck my yellow towel , she call a n-gga yao ming
and we hit it off , flipped it off
lit it up and we lifted off
she hopped on my banana and split it off
she still a slide , spit it off
thats one b-tch , two b-tch , thats four hoes all on my d-ck
she called me ty , my name is knick
i was born fly, mavis , ya b-tch -ss been on my d-ck
when you see this n-gga its skeeter b-tch

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