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skeme - bullets lyrics

[verse 1]
see i don’t f-ck with sucka n-gga’s
cause that sh-t get on my nerves
f-ck your trap, i’m paid off rap
might make a million off of words
hoppin’ straight from off the curb
filling clips and choppin’ birds
and i’m still with all the sh-t, we give a f-ck what n-gga’s heard
ask around about the dude, they say they know i’m the sh-t
keep a four ounce in my soda, keep your ho on my d-ck
i just might say f-ck this rappin, might go hit me a l!ck
and if my money gettin’ low, we might give yo dough a kick

[hook]
cause i got partners who pimpin’, i got homies who flockin’
i got k!llers who knockin’ on sh-t, if we got a problem
so you best pick your battles, n-gga snakes with no rattles
tell a b-tch i want that tail, as long as mommy no tattle
see, she might be with you, but that b-tch likes me
i’m the people’s champ ho, i’m on that rocking my beat
first comes the money, then comes the p-ssy
then come them haters, but here come them bullets

[verse 2]
see i don’t f-ck with police’s, on my nephews and neices
drug dealer designer, like all my sh-t with no creases
i know n-gga’s be hatin’, bout’ the money i’m making
success stressing me out, won’t understand til you make it
f-ck her once, no date
she get nothing but the basics
i got thots, all races, i swear to god we not racist
all i need is the fortune, b-tch i been street famous
everybody love me, i feel like i’m raymond
everybody know the dude, gotta be a square if you don’t
i hear n-gga’s wanna knock me off, but n-gga we know that you won’t
i told that b-tch to call my crooked, but she keeps sayin’ daddy
give that -ss a high-five, and tell her throw it back at me

[hook]

[verse 3]
these n-gga’s p-ssy, i can sniff it
i can snort it, this beat retarted
hey, who that n-gga be? question rhetoric
my whip a foreign, you roll imported
i’m hearing voices in my head, let’s just record it (n-gga yeah)
hey i got money, how i got it? ain’t important
this sh-t is nothing, these n-gga’s frontin’
i’m making hits around this b-tch, you n-gga’s buntin’ (i’m out the park)
it’s one take and this thing ain’t punchin’
got boi-1da on the beat, this sh-t a lunchin’
one take in this b-tch and i ain’t punchin’
my stacks tall, you n-gga’s pockets on munchkin

[hook]

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