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skilla baby & ytb fatt – gumbo mix lyrics

[intro]
(you cut up on this one, jay c)

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
y’all think these n+gga street, not to me
i’m a skinny n+gga, but my pockets fat, ytb (mia jay c)
mama, buss that p+ssy open for me, i’m just tryna see
we ain’t doin’ no drive+by’s, my n+ggas hopping out on feet, n+gga

[verse 2: ytb fatt]
these n+ggas claim they smackers, not to me, n+gga
i just signed for them m’s, but i stil’ll get on feet, n+gga
i been hearing them talking about gangster sh+t, i don’t wanna know ’bout what you did
last n+gga played on the ‘net, he six feet, n+gga

[verse 3: sk!lla baby]
don’t want to hear about what you did, come do that to me, n+gga
spin a n+gga like a cd, then come back and remix it
you know i’m a d, n+gga, a real street n+gga
my glock’ll leave n+ggas, i’m a dead beat with it

[verse 4: ytb fatt]
uh, i’m a dead beat like the pappy, n+gga
grown man inside the p+ssy two hours when the addy hit me
in my city, n+gga, they’ll put that sk!lla on a baby, huh
i was raised to get some money where n+ggas not hating
frrt, frrt, he was playing with this fire, sh+t, now he disable
every time i look up, new cousin asking for some paper
who is you?
[verse 5: sk!lla baby]
every time i look up, i be in the trenches with my lil’ n+ggas
they like k!lling sh+t, we pull up with switches
we get sh+t touched from detroit to west memphis
i got millions, still sellin’ fake perc’s to the gremlins

[verse 6: ytb fatt]
i got millions, when i beat the p+ssy, n+gga, i leave it in her
what you know ’bout operating the glock and making the switch invisible (given surgery)
don’t come tell me who smackin’ sh+t, ’cause n+gga, i’m with ’em
it don’t matter how much the f+cking bond, n+gga, just know
i’m with ’em
i’ma pay it

[verse 7: sk!lla baby]
we be smackin’ sh+t
when i’m tired of this rapping sh+t, pfft, back to hits
pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, that’s a switch
my lil’ n+gga, he ain’t got no sense, he’ll whack a b+tch

[verse 8: ytb fatt]
when i’m tired of this rapping sh+t, back to sending hits
frrt+frrt, huh, frrt, huh, i still do that sh+t
that’s a p+ssy blitz
she said she ain’t tryna sell no p+ssy, i got her at my mix
[verse 9: sk!lla baby]
ha, she what me to buy that bbl, pfft, it’s a trick
we done put this sh+t on many men, ha, 50 cent
you a ho, but you pretty as h+ll, f+ck it, give me kiss (ha)
let me see an opp’ when i’m outside, he getting stripped

[verse 10: ytb fatt]
take her to the penthouse from the yatch, f+ck it, make her strip
take her panties off, i seen a pad, what the f+ck is this?
i just made her shake the spot right now, she don’t exist
been the same gang all my life, was never cl!ck+to+cl!ck

[verse 11: sk!lla baby]
huh, opp’ pack in the ‘wood, who the f+ck is this? (huh)
smoked two n+ggas at one time, it’s a gumbo mix
twenty lil’ n+ggas in my sprinter, it’s a hundred sticks
i love my plug so much, i’ll let him f+ck my b+tch

[verse 12: ytb fatt]
ran out of runtz, he had gk, i had to pull a mix
soggy p+ssy feel like i was havin’ s+x with some grits
i just got a run down (what you hear?), he ain’t hittin’ on sh+t
n+gga better get some get back, we the last one sent a blitz, frrt, frrt

- skilla baby ytb fatt lyrics

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