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t-rell - skurtt lyrics

[intro]
yeah, aw
yeah, ayy, aw
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
get used to me

[chorus]
yeah
they said a n-gga wouldn’t make it nowhere, look at me
(look at me, oh)
i’d probably locked down or found dead in the streets
(i ain’t stayed in the streets, [?] n-gga like me)
you was the man back in high school, n-gga
(man back in high school, what really happened to you?)
i’m in my foreign skrrting by you n-ggas (skrrt)

they said a n-gga wouldn’t make it nowhere, look at me
(look at me, oh)
i’d probably locked down or found dead in the streets
(i ain’t stayed in the streets, [?] n-gga like me)
you was the man back in high school, n-gga
(you was the man back in high school, what really happened to you?)
i’m in my foreign skrrting by you n-ggas (skrr)

[verse 1]
look
i’m tired of n-ggas talkin’ down
b-tches actin’ like i ain’t around (yeah, yeah)
[?] on that bullsh-t
all that fake buddy-buddy in my face, we ain’t cool b-tch
i thought you knew this
you talked down on the wrong n-gga
everybody got they hands out now
i’m ten toes down
i swear you n-ggas steppin’ outta bounds
is it ’cause a n-gga stand out now?
my grandma warned me ’bout you fake -ss n-ggas
my brother warned me ’bout hoe -ss b-tches
your p-ssy dirty and you want my riches
f-ck b-tch, no
everybody got some to say
when n0body wanna help out
man they mad ’cause a n-gga on
man they mad ’cause i’m puttin’ on
i wish you goofy leave a n-gga alone
i’m about to break this f-ckin’ phone
when you get money they get mad, they gon’ treat you wrong
[?]
same story with a different song
f-ck no, you can’t get along
i’m in my foreign with a bad b-tch
you just mad you can’t have it
they used to clown ’cause a n-gga fat
now i’m hoppin’ out the porsche, would you look at that

[chorus]
they said a n-gga wouldn’t make it nowhere, look at me
(look at me, oh)
i’d probably locked down or found dead in the streets
(i ain’t stayed in the streets, [?] n-gga like me)
you was the man back in high school, n-gga
(man back in high school, what really happened to you?)
i’m in my foreign skrrting by you n-ggas (skrrt)

[verse 2]
real n-gga sh-t, i’m gettin’ rich
could give a d-mn ’bout a n-gga b-tch
could give a d-mn i want the money, n-gga
i got kids and they hungry, n-gga
i’m gettin’ money ain’t this lovely, n-gga
f-ck chillin’ with a broke b-tch
i’m in a bed full of money, n-gga
and get a girl that gon’ hustle with you
she can shake it, she gon’ love you, n-gga
hold it down like no other n-gga, n-gga
break bread, she gon’ get it with you
you want some head, she gon’ give it to you
hold it down like the releast, n-gga
back then like my dawg mike jones
now these hoes wanna call my phone
i rock nice clothes
now a n-gga sell out shows
now they see that t-rell on
they told me leave this rap sh-t alone
but i proved all them b-tch n-ggas wrong
i’m a king, n-gga where my throne?
top city n-gga that’s my home
beatin’ on my chest, king kong
785 we on
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m in my porsche with a bad b-tch
you just mad you can’t have it
they used to clown ’cause a n-gga fat
i’m the porsche laid back, would you look at that

[chorus]
they said a n-gga wouldn’t make it nowhere, look at me
(said i wouldn’t make it)
i’d probably locked down or found dead in the streets (oh)
you was the man back in high school, n-gga
(you was the man back in high school, what really happened to you?)
i’m in my foreign skrrting by you n-ggas (skrrt)

they said a n-gga wouldn’t make it nowhere, look at me
(said i wouldn’t make it)
i’d probably locked down or found dead in the streets (oh)
you was the man back in high school, n-gga
(you was the man back in high school, what really happened to you?)
i’m in my foreign skrrting by you n-ggas (skrrt)

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