Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Skub, artist - Sada Baby. Date of issue: 23.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Skub |
| Know some niggas pussy, that’s on everything |
| Try to know them lame niggas smoke a Mary Jane |
| Can’t be married to no bitch I’m blowing wedding cake |
| You get buried wit' them niggas you get carried away |
| Choppa make his body separate, do it in every way |
| I want a hood bitch wit' cheese, a Jasmine Renee |
| No, I don’t want no bitch, but I be horny though |
| I ain’t got no time for 'em, that’s why I ignore these hoes |
| I got a lotta bands on me, what they fuckin' fo' |
| But this money for this war I’m 'bout to touch a opp |
| AR with the drum, it’s gon' cut his top |
| They think bro a janitor the way he clutch the mop |
| They think I’m 'greein' wit' 'em way I touch the yap |
| Uh uh, nuh uh, can’t stop, won’t stop, Skub |
| Yeah, Big Skub |
| Thuggin' up in public, you fuck wit' me, I’m rude |
| Bitch, I got suspended every time I went to school |
| Never learned nothin' 'cause I told you cut a fool |
| Notice I said cut instead of act because it’s true |
| I ain’t never act unless they act up in my double cup |
| Niggas don’t want action, bitch I’m rackin', we a double up |
| Bitch, I make magic, I’ll pop, watch it bubble up, Skub |
| Bitch, don’t call me non' else |
| When the wraith on yo' ass, ain’t no callin' for help |
| Once them Drakes on yo' ass, all these on with the shells |
| Skuba man got the bands, they like dawg off the shelf |
| That’s yo' man’s, he get crash and can dog it to hell |
| I shot that bitch through the fans, I heard all of them yells |
| Yo' BM got my dick in her hands, put it all on her nails |
| Made that bitch move my grams, she get all of the sales, Skub |
| Bitch, that’s my first name |
| Used to hit licks for the rent when the first came |
| Empty out a whole hundred clips, got the worst aim |
| Broski hit a nigga in his shit, he a hurt lame |
| If I wasn’t on top of my shit, that would hurt game |
| But bitch I been on my P’s and Q’s, it’s the first day |
| On God, I get to shakin' some shit like a earthquake |
| But bitch I run my bidi, I’m the man in my birthplace, Skub |
| Aye, yeah, that’s how you address me |
| I been ballin', pullin' numbers, I need me a Espie |
| Yo' mama in my call log, code name Bestie |
| She gimme the script for them Perc O’Septies |
| I look at that old bitch like, «Her so sexy» |
| And she look at that young nigga like I’m that one nigga |
| I look at myself and know that I’m that one nigga |
| Been that one nigga |
| If it’s up it’s stuck nigga, Skub |
| Aye, ooh, let’s talk about it |
| I got the nickname from my big daddy, on my mama |
| Bitch, I turn to Adam Sandler when I’m off the molly |
| Get to Skuba divin' every bitch that come around me |
| Get to Skuba divin' every bitch that bum around me |
| Bitch, we supersizin' every clip that come around me |
| Niggas shoot for Sada, main reason they hung around me |
| Nigga, I’ll shoot for Sada, boy I’ll bust somebody, Skub |
| Skuba rube and I’m in Bompton |
| Really Skuba rube wherever I’m at often |
| Nasty Skub when I’m in that pussy often |
| Walk Arc, double cup, good sauce pack |
| Gucci jacket one on one, it’s off the rack |
| Took a nigga bitch, still ain’t brought her back |
| Off the easy, shoot the 4−5 off his hat |
| Order a airstrike right where her dawg be at, Skub |
| Skuba Baby, there go Skub ass |
| That’s what gang gang call me wit' my Bool ass |
| When I’m on that bullshit, they never turn me down |
| They know I don’t pass my 'woods, ain’t enough to go around |
| They like, Skub trippin', there he go again |
| But they move wit' him, cause ain’t no hoe in them |
| Ain’t no hoe in him, ain’t no hoe in me |
| No, ain’t no hoe in we, and we a blow at them, Skub |
| Talk Skuba Steve |
| Toughest nigga in it, ain’t no soft, Skuba Steve |
| Dawg know he shouldn’t a played it raw, Skuba Steve |
| But it’s a wrap, cause you cut that nigga off, Skuba Steve |
| If that boy was smart, he should’ve fucked wit' you, Steve |
| Cause from the start, boy, that nigga couldn’t fuck wit' you, Steve |
| You ain’t never need no nigga, I see that shit, Skub |
| Know they see this shit too, MVP, bitch, I’m Skub |
| No, I don’t want no bitch, but I be horny though |
| (I ain’t got no time for 'em, that’s why I ignore these hoes) |
| I got a lot of bands on me, what they fuckin' fo' |
| (But this money for this war, I’m bout to touch a opp) |
| AR with the drum, it’s gon' cut his top |
| They think bro a janitor the way he clutch the mop |
| They think I’m 'greein' wit' 'em the way I grab the yap |
| Uh uh, nuh uh, can’t stop, won’t stop, Skub |
| (June, you’re a genius) |