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skyte – fine hoes! lyrics

[intro]
come on mr. skyte get up
bro bro what do you need what’s up
come on bro you need to rap for fans, come rap- come- come rap f-
nah bro i’m not really feelin’ all that sh-t right now
please, please, come on
aight, aight, i guess i can put something together

[verse 1]
aye, yuh
it’s a night with the boys, not a night with my girl, i be hangin’ with all of my slimes tho
n-gga think that i rich, nah these diamonds ain’t real, n-gga i just be flexin’ with rhinestones
just copped me a new watch but that b-tch a g-shock, and it broke so i can’t tell the time tho
it’s just me and my n-ggas, i walk in that b-tch with yo -ss askin “where are the fine hoes?”
i might f-ck on yo b-tch, i might f-ck on yo auntie, but n-ggas won’t go into detail
go brush yo t–th cuz yo breath it be stinking, yo tummy got rolls, and yo muf-ckin’ feet smell
got one arm ’round by my waist and one ’round by my shoulder, that b-tch finna act like a seat belt
when she be suckin’ the d-ck imma nut in her mouth and show em that her muf-ckin’ t–th melt, on god
i k!ll a n-gga like i k!ll like whoever
you say you f-ck her but i’m f-ckin’ her better
i got the drip b-tch i be changin’ the weather
i carry rich you n-ggas light like a feather
you text all that talk but you not finna hit me
these bullets gon find a way right to yo kidney
i’m fly with the bag i might sneak in yo chimney
y’all n-ggas be g-y with that g-y sh-t you miss me?
wait, on god, oh wait you thought that i would stop
they hit me on ig, they hit me on snap, say “bro yo sh-t hard, when the f-ck you gon drop?”
i’ve been grinding with music, i hope this pays off, this is not featuring voodoo but we finna pop
back in 2018 they ain’t hangin’ with skyte now they tryna be friends cuz we on to the top, on god

[bridge]
alright, i’m done, that’s enough for today
no, bro, come on dude you gotta keep going
why bruh i just rapped for a min-
n-gga i said keep going
d-mn, a-aight

[verse 2]
yuh, aye, yuh
we gon’ hop out the whip and we still sprayin’
my brothers is voodoo and k!lldavyn
y’all be eatin’ the food b-tch i’m still prayin’
n-ggas feenin’ for money, they bill cravin’
i got so many songs like i’m uzi
watchin’ one piece, i don’t play call of duty
her p-ssy look gross so i f-ck from the booty
i spin on yo block lookin’ out for some coochie
i can’t f-ck with yo hoe cuz i heard she got cooties, b-tch
play p-ssy like call of duty, b-tch
yeah the drunk n-ggas is fruity, b-tch
you in jail just like you judy, b-tch
get chopped like a smoothie, uh, my n-gga what happened
you got clips like a movie, but you ain’t ’bout that action
my n-ggas movin you know we

[outro]
oh this sh-t -ss, i can’t even, this uh thi-, aight i’m done, yo peace out, f-ck y’all, bye bye

- skyte lyrics

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