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lirik lagu ebt – skilla baby

[intro: sk!lla baby]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
huh?
uh*uh, ah*ah
uh*uh, ah
huh?

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
if i take a n*gga b*tch on a trip, he ain’t gon’ get her back
put her on a flight overnight, i’m really into that
p*ssy good as h*ll, take her in chanel to get a bag
she buy me amiri every month, we goin’ tit*for*tat
alexander w*ng for my one thing, that’s chump change
she gon’ go to hutch, ice me up, she know i love chains
she just wanna see a skinny n*gga in some buff frames
she know i spend that sh*t, plus i tuck pape’
[chorus: sk!lla baby]
real street n*gga, i’m every b*tch type
young rich n*gga, i’m evеry b*tch type
i be with drug dealеrs, i’m every b*tch type
ghetto young n*gga, i’m every b*tch type
that money gettin’ spent, i’m every b*tch type
that bag gettin’ sent, i’m every b*tch type
turn the rags into riches, i’m every b*tch type
i’m with the baddest of b*tches, i’m every b*tch type

[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
i done dior’d my kicks, i dior’d my b*tch
if she in my face, she gon’ get hit
i know i’ma knock her down if she on my list
i love a bad b*tch that don’t mind a street n*gga
that ain’t gon’ never give that p*ssy to a weak n*gga
when she see the kit on me, i’ma leave with her
she don’t want a fan, she want a vip n*gga
matching minks in the winter, baby, i’m a d n*gga
you ain’t gon’ get her back if mari, los, or me hit her
these hoes be goin’, these n*ggas be timid
she let a real n*gga hit it, now you wanna beef with her
bankroll all crip blue, i don’t see n*ggas

[chorus: sk!lla baby]
real street n*gga, i’m every b*tch type
young rich n*gga, i’m every b*tch type
i be with drug dealers, i’m every b*tch type
ghetto young n*gga, i’m every b*tch type
that money gettin’ spent, i’m every b*tch type
that bag gettin’ sent, i’m every b*tch type
turn the rags into riches, i’m every b*tch type
i’m with the baddest of b*tches, i’m every b*tch type
[verse 3: baby money]
i don’t f*ck with yellow gold, n*gga, every wrist white
a shark [?], that’s every b*tch type
celine bags if i talk to you, i tell you that sh*t light
’bout to take over a state and pay for every b*tch flight
h*ll yeah, she got a presi’, her head deadly
turkeys layin’ around the crib like we livin’ at a deli
turn my twenties into hundreds, it’s a fetish
them n*ggas blew they stash, now they askin’ for a method
let me ask you hoes a question, who really gettin’ money?
from my watch to my necklace, who really spendin’ hundreds?
hit your block and drop fifty twice, we really spin a hundred
i can’t f*ck for anything, so i gotta stand for something
tell her blow me down
and if them b*tches catch me up, tell her hold me down
y’all need to do some catchin’ up, we be blowin’ pounds
a thousand fiends out the crib, look like rolling loud
i cleared the path in two months, so i know he proud

- skilla baby

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