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lirik lagu skype challenge – lil yob

[intro]
ay yo, lil yob
365 sh*t

[verse]
come with the real sh*t, muay thai kick, can ya feel this?
boy, i’m sick on a ill tip
hidden barreta, you know i gotta vandetta
you know i’m better than anyone, they know that i’m never done
i come to k!ll this, out the buildin’
down for millions, i bounce from town to town
allow the crowd to take down the sound
i know they love this, i got them jumpin’
come from the dump and i burn just to bust
what i earn is a must, never learn from a c*nt
when i turn on you bums and i merk anyone
on the street on a beat, when i come, you retreat
unleash the beast, i eat a feast
i keep thе heat, and i ain’t talkin’ tech
i dont talk to feds, middlе finger up yellin’ “f*ck the rest”
you know i bump the best and that’s me
freak on the scene when i step to the beat
restin’ in peace, never restin’ with ease
takin’ down my meds, i’m out my head
never rest on a bender, i wish i was dead
i been sick in the head when i lay in my bed
i don’t play with the meth but i play with my death
i don’t play with the meth but i play with my death
you know that i got ’em jumpin again
f*cked in the head, cuffed by feds
all i wanna do is run up a benz
all she tryna do is f*ck on the bed
just give me head, tats on my chest
come from the north but she from the west
money in my pocket, never stop it ’till i cop it
ironic, i never lost it, i run it until bust it
you know that i f*ckin love it
lil yob oner, smooth like b*tter
when i run it up, lil yob with the upper cut
never give a f*ck when i hit a biddie up
i been trippin’ for a month and i never give it up
balleyd up on the xannies bra
i’m a pro, you’re an amateur
no homer when i strangle ya
i’m a rebel like bart, lit like a dart
motherf*cker, i been lit from the start
spittin these bars, thinkin’ ya hard, trippin’ on mars
i been trippin’ takin too many bars
always cruisin’ like i’m up in a car
they always losin’, that’s because i’m too smart
got the game on lock and i got the key, constantly
they know that i f*ckin rock the beat, got the heat
i don’t need a heater, please bra
they beggin’ me for a feature
eets bra, they tellin’ me better ease up
i ain’t ever been a l*a*d, rock saint laurent
’cause i’m b*a*d, say eshay
’cause i grew up with the eshays
if you see lil yob, then you better press play
i ain’t got no best mate, i ain’t got no fam
i been the man since 13, d*mn!
and i k!ll it with a riddim so they better f*ckin’ listen
forgiven for the sins i committed, never!
i been gettin better with every f*ckin letter
hard ’cause i’m that good, smokin’ on a back wood
got me faded when i’m on your playlist
day to day, i be stayin’ the greatest
like ali, step into the party
fresh like armani, where are the car keys?
got me switchin’ lanes when i’m in the game
k!ll it with a cheat code, lil yob in beast mode
i can’t get out, can’t get away
i spray flames until the day that i fade
till the day that i d*i*e, y*o*b been a g*o*d
and they know that, the flows fat, they better go back
writin’ on a note pad, thinkin’ how i wrote that
oh d*mn!, i ain’t tryna come with the romance
hold hands, slow dance, i ain’t tryna go there
go where?! f*ck chivalry!
these drugs k!llin’ me, feel the inner me when i k!ll a beat
definitely cop a penalty, f*ck a enemy
no skepta but a boy better know, lyrics and flow
elbow to your nose, rip off your ear lobe
over dose on blow that’s how i’mma go
over dose on blow that’s how i’mma go (ya! ya! ya!)
over dose on blow that’s how i’mma go (ya! ya! ya!)
over dose on blow that’s how i’mma go

- lil yob

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