Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Skuba Dolph, artist - Sada Baby. Album song Bartier Bounty, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TF Entertainment
Song language: English
Skuba Dolph |
I can show you how to roll, pay attention, close, yeah |
I don’t pay attention to no hoes, bitch take off your clothes, yeah |
I ain’t walkin' in your home unless it’s a stove there |
Like every time I whip that dope, I whip that dope, I whip that, whip that (Huh) |
Uh, uh, you a broke ass nigga |
Yeah, we on that |
Ayy |
You a broke ass nigga, that’s your fault and it ain’t mine |
I’ma slide every time I hear you pussies come outside |
That’s on my hood, on my set, that’s on me and I ain’t lyin' |
And I only let that bitch pull up if she say she gon' eat it (Ayy) |
You don’t do that, beat it (Ayy), where my cash? |
Need it (Ayy) |
Thought we had an agreement (Ayy), you gon' end up bleedin' |
If my niggas think you wrong, keep that 40 in my drawers |
Uh, VVS' on me, keep them bitches on my balls, listen |
You ain’t went through nothin' (Ayy) |
I can show you somethin' (Huh) |
Won’t tell the people nothin' (Uh) |
Skuba Steve been thuggin', yeah |
Pimpin' like I’m Huggie Bear |
Pimpin' like I’m Dolemite |
Deuce is on me, show you right |
Kansas City’s nightmare |
Gon' get 'em to you overnight |
'Lenciagas on my toe, you know them bitches overpriced |
Whippin', get the odor right |
You know it’s gon' sell, I’ve been flippin bales |
Send marijuana through the mail, heron on the scale |
I can show you how to roll, pay attention, close, yeah |
I don’t pay attention to no hoes, bitch take off your clothes, yeah |
I ain’t walkin' in your home unless it’s a stove there |
Like every time I whip that dope, I cup that with a froze pair |
I can spread your legs, get your hands, make your eyes cross |
You gon' get thesee bands, teach you how to do it blindfolded |
Step them heels, baby, turn the other cheek and take the high road |
Tell your mama you ain’t comin' home, nah, you got moves to shoot |
You gon' work for me or lose your life, your people losin' you |
You came up off white, was livin' trife, had people usin' you |
Got people usin' me, but I got dope, I make 'em use the— |
Uh, cook it for 'em, couldn’t afford no fork so I had to use the spoon |
If you hood |
You a broke ass nigga, that’s your fault and it ain’t mine |
I’ma slide every time I hear you pussies come outside |
That’s on my hood, on my set, that’s on me and I ain’t lyin' |
And I only let that bitch pull up if she say she gon' eat it (Ayy) |
You don’t do that, beat it (Ayy), where my cash? |
Need it (Ayy) |
Thought we had an agreement (Ayy), you gon' end up bleedin' |
If my niggas think you wrong, keep that 40 in my drawers |
Uh, VVS' on me, keep them bitches on my balls, listen |