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skilla baby – richie lyrics

[intro: sk!lla baby]
(you cut up on this one, jay c)
(mia jay c)
huh

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
two hundred thousand on a richard mille, n+gga, add me up
all my b+tches got some good p+ssy, but be bad as f+ck
think my pet peeve is when a fake n+gga dap me up
and i keep some k!llers with me, n+gga, what i’m lackin’ for?
really self made, self paid with no help, lame
quick to spank a p+ssy+ass n+gga, like i’m belt gang
i be goin’ through it, act like i ain’t never felt pain
got my own money, n+gga, i can buy myself chains
i’m a dog, n+gga, slide on you like a fraud, n+gga
really hard, n+ggas can’t hold me, i ain’t y’all n+ggas
every time n+ggas die, i’m a suspect, y’all all victims
never seen no hoes in my opps pictures, all n+ggas

[chorus: sk!lla baby & moneybagg yo]
huh, two hundred thousand for the richie
n+gga stop sending threats, come and get me
i ran up two hundred thousand in my d+ckies
i take all my young b+tches to tiffany
huh, two hundred thousand on me daily (right now)
these b+tches wanna be around me ’cause i’m famous (ugh, ugh)
spent two hundred thousand on my n+ggas cases (on the payroll)
two hundred thousand on his head, that gon’ bake him (go get it, huh, go)
[verse 2: moneybagg yo]
the coupe go two somethin’, two+sixty, this b+tch too runnin’ (too fast)
n+ggas always talkin’ ’bout front ’em but can’t move nothin’ (broke ass)
goyard duffle for myself, i bought her louis luggage (luggage)
long as she answer when i’m in town, i don’t care who she f+ckin’ (ugh)
hydraulics on a may’ truck, young n+gga paid up (go)
keep on puttin’ it in they face, bruh, like cartier buffs
ap skelly, richard millie, know what i’m sayin’? made up
two hundred thou’ off of weed promo, that’s free money addin’ up (so why not get it?)
this that good smoke, aka that real ‘za (gas)
and i got all different kind in this pill bottle (facts)
put up some pints, they turnin’ brown, but it’s still raw (wockesha)
gon’ sacrifice you out your life soon as you throw a cross
call a n+gga bluff, break ten milli’ out (right now)
they sneak dissin’, show ’em what that glock ten milli ’bout (lil’ p+ssy)
somebody lied when they said you can’t get rich in a drought (ha)
i’m havin’ motion, so your ho gon’ put my d+ck in her mouth (ugh, ugh)

[chorus: sk!lla baby & moneybagg yo]
huh, two hundred thousand for the richie
n+gga start sending threats, come and get me
i ran up two hundred thousand in my d+ckies
i take all my young b+tches to tiffany
huh, two hundred thousand on me daily
these b+tches wanna be around me ’cause i’m famous
spent two hundred thousand on my n+ggas cases
two hundred thousand on his head, that gon’ bake him, huh
[outro: sk!lla baby]
my young n+ggas get active for that mun+yun (huh)
let ’em see them one n+ggas out, they the dumb+dumb
n+gga hatin’ on me out of nowhere, where you come from? (ha)
i don’t give a f+ck about no beef, i’m a thug, duh

- skilla baby lyrics

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