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tee grizzley & skilla baby - controversy lyrics

[intro: tee grizzley & sk!lla baby]
they can’t f+ck me with and they can’t f+ck with sk!lla
don’t let them n+ggas fool y’all like they really out here k!llin’
my opps keep goin’ to the ‘spital, they need obamacare
(mia jay c)
huh?
don’t be stupid thinkin’ y’all the only ones that got them switches
ayy, huh

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
i know the real hitman, if i call, that n+gga comin’
i finally know how it feel to hit the bank and order money
headshot the opps, them n+ggas livin’ when you hit they stomach
lil’ b+tch keep askin’ what i took to gary, b+tch, a hundred
h+ll nah, i ain’t up and comin’, b+tch, i’m up and runnin’
i’m a seven+figure n+gga, i don’t know why i be thuggin’
huh, young n+gga, i be fresh as f+ck, i got amiri habits
somebody please call my lawyer, i just bust the patek
if i see you with my opps, i’ma lеt you have it
n+gga, we don’t give a f+ck, k!ll a n+gga daddy

[verse 2: tee grizzley]
i don’t trick, but i’ll look out for a b+tch
ho, i’m marriеd, ain’t no chillin’, if we link, you suckin’ d+ck
ain’t no baby backs, you come to our cookout, we whippin’ bricks
boy, we different, you gon’ send a threat, i’m gon’ send a blitz
i one+night the b+tch, you wife the b+tch, you tryna fight the b+tch
i bought the urus on some bored sh+t, i ain’t even like the b+tch
all my jewelry come with paperwork, don’t need no lights to hit
i’m ridin’ through my city, driver’s license, two unlicensed bl!cks
[verse 3: sk!lla baby]
showed up to the club in nike tech ’cause i don’t like to flex
i pointed at an opp and he got shot, we playin’ simon says
somebody tell them boys come where i’m at, they gettin’ shot in here
my opps keep goin’ to the ‘spital, they need obamacare
ho n+ggas ain’t welcome in my city, we catch bodies here
fifty to my lawyer, fifty to my mans, get him out of there

[verse 4: tee grizzley]
half a ticket in my granny bas+m+nt, she don’t know it’s there
ain’t worried ’bout n0body touchin’ that, they ain’t gon’ get nowhere
n+ggas claim they hate me, see me out, they ain’t on sh+t, i swear (they quiet)
she f+cked a rapper just to make me mad, who told that b+tch i care? (goofy b+tch)
they can’t f+ck with me and they can’t f+ck with sk!lla (they can’t f+ck with us)
don’t let them n+ggas fool y’all like they really out here k!llin’ (they not)
don’t be stupid thinkin’ y’all the only ones that got them switches (we got ’em)
bro gon’ stand over a b+tch, if he get caught, i stand on business, n+gga (you know that)

[outro: tee grizzley & sk!lla baby]
bro gon’ stand over a b+tch, if he get caught, i stand on business, n+gga (huh?)

- tee grizzley skilla baby lyrics

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