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skilla baby - ok bet lyrics

[intro]
huh?
nah, for real
(my n+gga lee, i think we got another one)
huh?

[chorus]
n+ggas keep playing, man, that sh+t don’t make sense
when i know twenty n+ggas that’s gon’ take hits
white gold, bust patek full of paint chips
lil’ n+gga, but my bag big as saint nick
all my n+ggas shake sh+t, just like fake bricks
i love me a pretty b+tch that’s gon’ take d+ck
when i got shot, n+ggas played with me, huh
when them n+ggas got shot, i ain’t say sh+t
[verse]
everyday i play the hood like i ain’t rich
i’m really up some dog sh+t off create checks
n+ggas say they gon’ k!ll me, okay, bet
but i ain’t even bust a sweat, them boys ain’t threats
that sh+t ain’t sh+t, n+gga, watch my new kick
left for six through with gary, all blue sh+t
my new b+tch, she the one, but she too thick
i can’t be doing certain sh+t, man, i’m too rich
you want n+ggas out your way, you gotta move sh+t
we ain’t goin’ around n+ggas, we go through sh+t
i hate the court, we don’t accept pleas, we shoot sh+t
i’m walking ’round, rich as f+ck on my juice sh+t
these rap n+ggas eatin’ d+ck, jeffrey dahmer
playin’ half+and+half, both sides, arnold palmer
huh, shoot a n+gga wit’ a smile, i couldn’t be calmer
n+gga think he gon’ scare me just because he holler (ayy)
a couple n+ggas played wit’ me knowin’ that they need me
huh, now i’m two+million up, i feel like i’m peezy
all my fans want to see brown, i ain’t breezy
all the b+tches still wanna f+ck me and they know i’m sleazy
truck full of ‘bows, neck full of gold
hugh hefner in my house, bed full of hoes
i got a check, so i spent a check on my watch
put a check on my opps, go check on my opps
let me see ’em outside, they getting stretched on that block
if you love me, baby, put your neck on my c+ck
rose gold tint, all white patek
ten steppers with me and they all like static
huh, is that ass real? baby, let me grab it
huh, all my b+tches gotta be pretty and thick as the rabbit
man, i love cheatin’, it’s just a habit
i love mike amiri, even spend sh+t in fashion
i love getting money, it make me happy
i know how to get sh+t done just like my daddy
huh, when they hear i’m in town, them boys get frantic
they know mike mo wit’ me, them boys don’t panic
west side n+gga, i’m a east side don
east side adopted me, i’m with east side juan
took a fifty up to gary, told him, “freeze my time”
you need to take yo’ ice back, man
see mine shine, y’all got the good opps, man, see mine lyin’
what a time to be alive, n+ggas keep on dyin’
man, flights ain’t cheap, but i keep on flyin’
n+ggas wanna be around sk!lla, he got signed
they all d+ck suckers, yeah, y’all d+ck suckers
i think i love all my hoes right until we quit f+cking, huh
sk!lla, baby, in the gang, got this b+tch jumpin’
spent a hundred on my chain, man this b+tch bussin’
all the kids love me, i’m finna quit cussing
rich as f+ck, but i’m still in this b+tch thuggin’ (my n+gga lee, i think we got another one)
[bridge]
we ain’t goin’ around n+ggas, we go through sh+t
put a check on my opps, go check on my opps

- skilla baby lyrics

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