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skilla baby - off season lyrics

[chorus: : sk!lla baby]
how dair a n+gga ever think i fight fair?
big bro’ll put a roley on your head, icewear
n+gga wanna rap beef with me? he think i care
call me, he’ll ruin n+ggas’ dreams, nightmare
all the b+tches i be hoing say i’m arrogant
compete with a broke n+gga, that’s embarrasing
blowing on domestic vilance, it’ll choke you up

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
i can hit another n+gga b+tch, when i wanna f+ck
cutty just put switches on the cuddy, lift the oldy up
if i ask kerch for a block, he gon’ boe me up
ask the drank [?] we gon’ roll him up
i got r.i.p.’s in the chop, doc, soh him up
i know some [?] n+ggas [?] take over
my b+tch beat a b+tch face, give her a makeover
gave the fego to [?] b+tch, i hate soda
don’t mind giving [?] the rock, b+tch, i ain’t holding
load it up, heard it’s robbing season
pour me up, heard it’s wokky season
[?] the buffs, oo, ‘ccause it’s c+cky season
i’ll hit a n+gga with a stick, before hockey season
roll him up, and let him get sick
if that n+gga ain’t an [?] he can get l!cked
i don’t like to talk a lot, i think of sick sh+t
beat him with the glock so bad, he ’bout to p+ss sh+t
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
yeah
brodie say hit his mans first
i’ll drop a n+gga like my hands hurt
n+gga, we get to the money, f+ck a plan first
pop an r.p. mixed with wokky, take a xan first
yeah, hate a p+ssy n+gga, i love [?]
big chopper, this b+tch longer than [?]
yeah, speed up ocean drive, finna tear the wraith
[?] vvs’s in my sh+t, [?] patek [?]
walk around with a [?], ’cause i’m sticked up
i’ll catch [?] shoot this b+tch up
just dropped dirty, f+ck codeine in my p+ss test
i heard n+ggas broke as h+ll, come get fixed up
biggest crip in my city, ain’t got [?]
you can’t sign to my label, less you do drugs
keep a fourty in my pocket, just like two dubs
type of n+gga turn a dollar sprite into two hun

[chorus: : sk!lla baby]
how dair a n+gga ever think i fight fair?
big bro’ll put a roley on your head, icewear
n+gga wanna rap beef with me? he think i care
call me, he’ll ruin n+ggas’ dreams, nightmare
all the b+tches i be hoing say i’m arrogant
compete with a broke n+gga, that’s embarrasing
blowing on domestic vilance, it’ll choke you up

- skilla baby lyrics

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