| I can show you how to roll, pay attention, close, yeah
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| I don’t pay attention to no hoes, bitch take off your clothes, yeah
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| I ain’t walkin' in your home unless it’s a stove there
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| Like every time I whip that dope, I whip that dope, I whip that, whip that (Huh)
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| Uh, uh, you a broke ass nigga
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| Yeah, we on that
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| Ayy
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| You a broke ass nigga, that’s your fault and it ain’t mine
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| I’ma slide every time I hear you pussies come outside
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| That’s on my hood, on my set, that’s on me and I ain’t lyin'
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| And I only let that bitch pull up if she say she gon' eat it (Ayy)
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| You don’t do that, beat it (Ayy), where my cash? |
| Need it (Ayy)
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| Thought we had an agreement (Ayy), you gon' end up bleedin'
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| If my niggas think you wrong, keep that 40 in my drawers
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| Uh, VVS' on me, keep them bitches on my balls, listen
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| You ain’t went through nothin' (Ayy)
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| I can show you somethin' (Huh)
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| Won’t tell the people nothin' (Uh)
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| Skuba Steve been thuggin', yeah
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| Pimpin' like I’m Huggie Bear
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| Pimpin' like I’m Dolemite
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| Deuce is on me, show you right
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| Kansas City’s nightmare
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| Gon' get 'em to you overnight
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| 'Lenciagas on my toe, you know them bitches overpriced
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| Whippin', get the odor right
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| You know it’s gon' sell, I’ve been flippin bales
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| Send marijuana through the mail, heron on the scale
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| I can show you how to roll, pay attention, close, yeah
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| I don’t pay attention to no hoes, bitch take off your clothes, yeah
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| I ain’t walkin' in your home unless it’s a stove there
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| Like every time I whip that dope, I cup that with a froze pair
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| I can spread your legs, get your hands, make your eyes cross
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| You gon' get thesee bands, teach you how to do it blindfolded
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| Step them heels, baby, turn the other cheek and take the high road
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| Tell your mama you ain’t comin' home, nah, you got moves to shoot
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| You gon' work for me or lose your life, your people losin' you
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| You came up off white, was livin' trife, had people usin' you
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| Got people usin' me, but I got dope, I make 'em use the—
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| Uh, cook it for 'em, couldn’t afford no fork so I had to use the spoon
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| If you hood
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| You a broke ass nigga, that’s your fault and it ain’t mine
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| I’ma slide every time I hear you pussies come outside
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| That’s on my hood, on my set, that’s on me and I ain’t lyin'
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| And I only let that bitch pull up if she say she gon' eat it (Ayy)
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| You don’t do that, beat it (Ayy), where my cash? |
| Need it (Ayy)
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| Thought we had an agreement (Ayy), you gon' end up bleedin'
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| If my niggas think you wrong, keep that 40 in my drawers
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| Uh, VVS' on me, keep them bitches on my balls, listen |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Skuba Dolph , by - Sada Baby. Song from the album Bartier Bounty, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп