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skilla baby - brand new lyrics

[intro]
(rj always trippin’, man, rj always trippin’, man)
ha, rj always trippin’, ain’t he?
ayy (ayy), huh

[verse 1]
n+gga, we ain’t never shooting in no crowd or no child (bah)
i’m really rich and all my n+ggas wild, gun loud (huh?)
thug n+gga, i’ma have a thug child (on my mama)
all my b+tches bad as f+ck, ass fat and thugged out (yeah)
if my opps in the club with me, they getting drugged out (nah, for real)
all my fiends drugged out, all my pants mike amiri (ha)
all my fans like to hear me
all my b+tches kind of eerie (ha), but they pretty and they rich, and they thick then a b+tch (nah, for real)
and they pop sh+t, and they slapping any b+tch on opp’ sh+t (ha)
put so many people on since i got rich (since i got rich)
brand new chopstick for the nonsense (brand new)
new chanel bag, that’s for my b+tch (brand new)

[chorus]
brand new shark boots for my side b+tch (brand new)
brand new s class, that’s for my b+tch (brand new)
brand new g+wagon, that’s for my b+tch (brand new)
lil’ x6 for my side b+tch (ha)
new buss ap, that’s for my b+tch (brand new)
lil’ plain jane presi’ for my side b+tch (brand new)
new buss patek’s, that’s for me and my b+tch (brand new)
lil’ small kit (ha) for my side b+tch (brand new)
[verse 2]
even me and my side hoes got goals (no cap)
my main b+tch iced up, my side hoes froze (ha)
my b+tch like white gold (gold), my side hoes rose (rose)
my b+tch don’t know about my side hoes
my side hoes know ’bout my main b+tch (no cap)
young n+gga, i been balling, calvin cambridge (calvin cambridge)
talk that money sh+t to me, that’s my language (that’s my language)
buy some ice for me, baby, that’s my favorite (ha)
my lil’ ho seen me with my b+tch and she ain’t say sh+t (she ain’t say sh+t)
ooh (ha), huh, that’s why i like you, baby (ha, that’s why i like you, baby)
the way you mind yo’ business, i gotta ice you, baby (i gotta ice you, baby)
i can treat you like a princess, i can’t wife you, baby (i can’t wife you, baby)
yeah, i’m up a real check, but i ain’t nike, baby (ha)

- skilla baby lyrics

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