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lirik lagu gumbo mix – skilla baby & ytb fatt

[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

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