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skilla baby - took a pic lyrics

[intro]
(neil goin’ nonstop)
(samba beats)

[chorus: sk!lla baby]
huh? took a picture on they block
‘gain, pew+pew+pew+pew+pew, a lil’ n+gga got shot, huh
i don’t want no problems with you, just don’t be an opp
i ain’t pull up in the stryker, i pulled up in a drop

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
i ain’t never got nothin’ less than a ten on me
but this ain’t no hi+point, this fn on me
i took a picture on they block, i should’ve p+ssed on it (huh?)
young rich n+gga, ‘miri jeans, rick owens (huh?)
pulled up on they block, i ain’t see no pits on the street
man, these n+ggas broke as h+ll, hits goin’ for cheap
they say they gon’ k!ll me, but i’m still on my feet
a lot of them dead, a couple still walkin’ weak (huh?)
[verse 2: crash rarri]
you gotta stay alert and rеad the room, act like a testamеnt
bl!cky on me, can’t walk in your club unless my section in
hickeys on me, go below the belt, i’m not affectionate
put it on me, dress a car compressor, this sh+t cost a benz
see the snakes around me, got medusa on my f+ckin’ lens
my b+tch cool as h+ll, she real as h+ll, but i’m gon’ f+ck her friends
i can pay your rent for what i spent if you just twerk and bend
out here rollin’ dubs just like i’m snoop, but this ain’t juice and gin
oh, yeah, i’m rarri, baby
i got baguetties ’round my neck, look like bacardis, baby
i’m out here crushin’ on these wh0res, that’s called a charlie, baby
they seasick tryna ride my wave, these n+ggas gnarly, baby
pistol in the party, baby

[verse 3: hitta j3]
this b+tch’ll hit the road with a load of ’em
steppin’ on sh+t, another bonecrusher
i don’t wanna f+ck you, mami, throw somethin’
b+tch, this drac’ with me hold a whole hundred
the b+tch you n+ggas call your girl, she wanna f+ck the most
i told sk!lla when it’s smoke, the opps turn to ghost
five years ago, a lot of rappers wasn’t bangin’
wrap his head with a bandage, that b+tch barely made it
let him steal from the pot, chop his hand off
bare face in broad day, take the mask off
if it ain’t the h+llcat, slide out the trackhawk
n+ggas love sneak dissin’, this your last draw
damaged from this sh+t, got a numb heart
whenever it’s go time, i play a big part
catch him in traffic, get parked
[verse 4: kerch dolla]
what you know about the feds comin’ and sn+tch your shooter?
n+ggas know my hands in it, but they can’t go prove it
hit a b+tch the first night, like nike, we just do it
seen n+ggas strike out with that pipe, he wouldn’t use it
if a n+gga think he can f+ck with me, it’s amusing
if i up it, i’ma use it
b+tch say she don’t wanna f+ck me, she confused then
ain’t think i’m up ’cause the ‘fit that i been movin’
you send shooters at the god, then you lose ’em
we caught him slippin’ outside, it was a movie
if you ain’t never caught a body, i might lose you
if you ain’t scared, n+gga, come outside when you choose to
i got n+ggas snitchin’ on me, i hope they move wrong
you won’t be the last n+gga on a tombstone, tombstone

- skilla baby lyrics

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