skilla baby – finished lyrics
[intro]
(mia jay c)
huh?
ayy
[verse 1]
man, i been stopped bein’ broke, that sh+t suck, huh
so many days, a n+gga felt like givin’ up, huh
they blessed me with the ‘bows, they got me rich as f+ck, huh
when i feel bad, buyin’ jewelry cheer me up, huh
lately, i been focused on my money, nothin’ else
still’ll catch an opp out, draw down, lift him up, huh?
they say i’m too famous to be ridin’ by myself
i’m a real street n+gga, man, i don’t give a f+ck
i’m on fire like a candle
fresh enough to take a picture with a camera
i love boss b+tches, they ain’t hard to handle
i need a thick b+tch, take me to atlanta
my idol was the dopeman, i can’t be no scammer
they tryna send me bricks in the mail, i need an address
i gotta f+ck a pretty+ass b+tch when i have s+x
went to school, failed every f+ckin’ thing but the math test (huh?)
i gotta hustle, i can’t stop, get it out the pot
send an opp down the hill, man, i hope them n+ggas rot
n+gga, i ain’t been the same since that day i seen my pops
layin’ in that bed dead, sh+t been playin’ with my top, huh?
[chorus]
gotta thank god, i ain’t been broke in a minute
n+ggas tried to bite the hand that fed ’em, now they finished
every day, i wake up in expensive linen
i go out of town with a pretty+ass thick b+tch
gotta thank god, i ain’t been broke in a minute
n+ggas tried to bite the hand that fed ’em, now they finished
every day, i wake up in expensive linen
i go out of town with a pretty+ass thick b+tch
[verse 2]
bricks on the table
got me contemplatin’ signing to a label, huh?
i know i can sell ‘caine ’cause i’m able
famous as f+ck, still slidin’ in with dracos
city full of broke n+ggas and lame hoes
scatpacks, trackhawks, h+llcat durangos
i’m that n+gga on that 9, call me django
everybody wearin’ lanvins, i hate those
do an opp n+gga bad, we give him halos
we ain’t gon’ even talk about it ’til the case closed
me and sada hit the same hoes, we the bang bros
catch an opp out— then i change clothes, huh?
[chorus]
gotta thank god, i ain’t been broke in a minute
n+ggas tried to bite the hand that fed ’em, now they finished
every day, i wake up in expensive linen
i go out of town with a pretty+ass thick b+tch
gotta thank god, i ain’t been broke in a minute
n+ggas tried to bite the hand that fed ’em, now they finished
every day, i wake up in expensive linen
i go out of town with a pretty+ass thick b+tch
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