Paroles de la chanson Baby Nuts par Skilla Baby

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Paroles de la chanson Baby Nuts par Skilla Baby

(MIA JAY C)
Naw, for real
(I hear you, JAY C)
That's more like it
Ayy

We killin' everything if they play with us
I be gettin' paper cuts countin' all this paper up
They know we been on they ass, but they don't wanna say it's us
He ain't gotta tell me why, he just gotta say it's up
I don't think dog a real tweaker, he got baby nuts
Standin' on the business, I know they wanna take me up

Out here sinnin' every day, I hope somebody pray for us
Niggas was trollin' on the 'Gram, now they ain't sayin' nothin'

All my bitches love me 'cause they ain't gotta pay for nothin'
I heard I got one-point-five, let me drop a Wraith or somethin'
Ayy, I ain't done with these niggas, was gon' starve 'em out
They ain't choose my side, I got them niggas fallin' out
Them niggas thought they was some pits 'til we dogged 'em out
I ain't one of them pussy-ass rappers, I'll call 'em out
I got real rich niggas, real killers that on my side

I got real M's in my bank account, I am not lyin'
I'm tryna get a pit stepped on like topside
I heard they say I'm blackballed, oh my God
I heard these niggas keep dyin', oh my God
I got Mike, Mo, Poody, and Shoop on my side
I got real rich niggas, y'all some real bitch niggas
You'll get disfigured, I'm past six figures
Have my nigga rape his sister, I'm a real sick nigga
All the opps get bullets, all the fiends get pictures
Fuck the baddest bitches, came from rags to riches
I can't leave out the crib now without my pistol
A new baby AR shoot 5.56s
I don't know how my opps got shot, not my business

We killin' everything if they play with us
I be gettin' paper cuts countin' all this paper up
They know we been on they ass, but they don't wanna say it's us
He ain't gotta tell me why, he just gotta say it's up
I don't think dog a real tweaker, he got baby nuts
Standin' on the business, I know they wanna take me up
Out here sinnin' every day, I hope somebody pray for us
Niggas was trollin' on the 'Gram, now they ain't sayin' nothin'

Y'all better play with somethin' safe, nigga, not with us

The last nigga got caught trollin', we went and popped him up
Let that nigga keep on playin', pop his mama up
It was bro shootin' up them niggas' block for us
Nigga, I ain't out here slippin', I be Glocky'd up
When I see a cold bitch from my city, I just gotta fuck
Why you lyin', sayin' it's M's on y'all side?
Why you don't never say R.I.P. to your mans? They all died
Every time I catch one of them niggas slippin', they get hogtied
I know Sco gon' leap on the opps, he lookin' frog-eyed
Got on the 'Gram right after he just got shot, that's how dog died
Y'all on the 'Gram tough as hell, but we know y'all cried

We killin' everything if they play with us
I be gettin' paper cuts countin' all this paper up
They know we been on they ass, but they don't wanna say it's us
He ain't gotta tell me why, he just gotta say it's up
I don't think dog a real tweaker, he got baby nuts
Standin' on the business, I know they wanna take me up
Out here sinnin' every day, I hope somebody pray for us
Niggas was trollin' on the 'Gram, now they ain't sayin' nothin' (Huh?)

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