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skilla baby - private island lyrics

[intro]
huh

[chorus]
watch cost me three+fifty, l don’t need a diamond
i ain’t f+ckin’ with no n+gga that can’t keep it silent
watch cost me three+fifty, l don’t need a diamond
i ain’t f+ckin’ with no n+gga that can’t keep it silent
countin’ money in a truck, that’s why i need a driver
i think i’m ’bout to fly the pj to a private island

[verse 1]
stayin’ out these n+ggas way, a lot of n+ggas dyin’
put that sh+t on every day, i ain’t even tryin’
look at my chain flawless, gang these different diamonds
she gave me brain like she understood the assignment, huh (hm)
i got that money on my mind, they can’t see (yeah, they can’t see)
every day i’m on my grind ’cause i need checks (’cause i need checks)
these n+ggas brag about these hoes, that’s a weak flеx (that’s a weak flex)
same b+tchеs in my dm’s that hashtag need that
i don’t be tryna make friends to be honest (huh)
i got that top on me every time i’m ridin’ (baow)
even my side b+tch (yeah) look like a goddess (yeah)
you want designer (yeah) , send me yo’ sizes (huh)
yeah, we be f+ckin’ (yeah) , but we put time in (huh)
she keep on sayin’ she love me, that don’t mean nothin’ to me
just put that p+ssy on me, then don’t say nothin’ to me
i heard them jackboys want me, then tell ’em run into me
n+gga, i’m young and i’m rich, it don’t make no sense (huh)
i knew i was gon’ be this as a f+ckin’ jit (as a f+ckin’ jit)
look at my f+ckin’ wrist (huh), look at my f+ckin’ fit (yeah)
look at my f+ckin’ kit (yeah), i bought another richie (yeah)
we sold a hundred bricks (huh)
three hundred thousand on me, cash i’m a f+ckin’ l!ck (i’m a f+ckin’ l!ck)
i get whatever i want, prices don’t exist (uh+uh)
i’ll take my front end and spend it on a b+tch (uh+huh)
i’ll take the back end, put it on a hit (yeah)
five thousand for a plain joggin’ fit is rich (yeah)
two+fifty on my wrist, ain’t that ’bout a b+tch? (yeah)
even if i’m trickin’, bae, don’t treat me like a trick (yeah)
n+gga, i get in my bag and i act like this (huh)
every time i get mad, i don’t f+ckin’ miss (uh+uh)
this lil’ b+tch so bad tryna give me kiss (mwah)
all the real b+tches love me, i’m real as it get (huh)
you fine as f+ck, baby, come give me a kiss (mwah)
every time a n+gga leave the house, i got my block (boaw)
my shoes worth a zip, my fit cost a split (yeah)
my watch worth a brick (yeah), look at my neck and wrist (yeah)
now ain’t that ’bout a b+tch? (huh, yeah)
they thought i wasn’t gon’ make it, ain’t that ’bout a b+tch? (ain’t that ’bout a b+tch?)
n+ggas thought i wasn’t savin’, ain’t that bout a b+tch? (ain’t that ’bout a b+tch?)
n+ggas really out here hatin’, ain’t that bout a b+tch? (ain’t that ’bout a b+tch?)
i know a couple n+ggas hate me about a b+tch (huh)
wrist worth two+fifty and it’s plain today (it’s plain today)
look like a half a ticket, i ain’t wear a chain today (huh)
every day i’m out here grindin’ like a maniac (huh)
i ain’t gon’ lie, i hope the money take the pain away
[chorus]
i ain’t f+ckin’ with no n+gga that can’t keep it silent
watch cost me three+fifty, l don’t need a diamond
i ain’t f+ckin’ with no n+gga that can’t keep it silent
my neck and my wrist hittin’, it look like they fightin’
i ain’t gon’ lie, i see that money and i get excited
watch cost me three+fifty, l don’t need a diamond
i ain’t f+ckin’ with no n+gga that can’t keep it silent
countin’ money in a truck, that’s why i need a driver
i think i’m ’bout to fly the pj to a private island

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