| Oh, that what time it is
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| What type of time I’m on
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| Ayy, ayy
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| Ah-woo, bitch, that’s what time it is
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| Go’n open up that trap, we got all kind of bricks, huh
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| Hmm, nigga, got all kind of shit
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| If cuz don’t pull up on me with it, we gon' slide then, huh
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| Say them Perkys got me wired up, I’m fired up, huh
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| Know my people got them pipes, tell we iced up, huh
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| Can’t no lame nigga divide us, get tired of it, yeah
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| I’m really rockin' with my brothers, ain’t no talkin' 'bout it
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| You got a problem with my niggas, you can’t walk around us
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| I up that chopper on a nigga, be done got a body
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| I put some money on his head, I be done bought a body, yeah
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| I put that bitch to his ass and say he saw somebody
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| Can’t do no witnesses, my niggas out here bossin', baby
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| We shoot at bitches too, my nigga be done offed your lady
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| Offed your best friend, like, «Go, best friend»
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| We breakin' bricks down, nigga, that soft go crazy
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| Movin' hand-to-hand, we need them band bands
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| I been servin' grams, bitch, I been off the eighties
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| Huh, used to have to walk to the station
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| Drop a four, now I feel like I can walk a Mercedes
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| But I ain’t 'bout to walk a damn thing 'less you pay me
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| That don’t mean I’m lazy, I just know I’m worth it
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| I just whipped a baby, my mans 'nem just burped it
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| Ayy, huh
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| They say that red zone back, but it ain’t never left
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| I gave Jonboi some dap, now we can heavy press
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| I put my squad on the map, now we won’t never stress
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| I’m liftin' all my niggas up, feel like the devil left
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| I know them demons still here, 'cause we been bangin' with 'em
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| Cuttin' snake niggas off and we ain’t hangin' with 'em
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| Just left Swerve B-day dinner, told him, «Thank you, nigga»
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| «You had me 'round some millionaires, I know I’m able, nigga»
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| I see some M’s in my future, I’ma make 'em, nigga
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| I need them Belaire bottles with my face up in 'em, yeah
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| I need my own Rap Snacks, I can’t play with niggas
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| Big mansion out of state, I can’t stay with niggas, yeah
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| Dex Lauper in the stu' like I grew up with him
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| I was movin' Cyndi Lauper 'fore I knew that nigga, yeah
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| I ain’t beefin' with that boy, I’ma just shoot that nigga
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| If Wildman hop out on you, what you think gon' happen?
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| He don’t rap at all, you better not just think I’m rappin', huh
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| He don’t scrap at all, you better not just think we scrappin', uh
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| It’s gon' sound like he clappin', better not think he clappin', yeah
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| That’s that AR with that fully automatic action jam
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| Be done slid so quick, feelin' like we scammed him
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| He was prayin' to his god, my lil' nigga shammed him
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| His daddy was a jive turkey, so we had to ham him
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| I ain’t got time for nothin' else, this what type of time I’m on, huh
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| Ah-woo, bitch, that’s what time it is
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| Go’n open up that trap, we got all kind of bricks, huh
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| Hmm, nigga, got all kind of shit
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| If cuz don’t pull up on me with it, we gon' slide then, huh
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| Say them Perkys got me wired up, I’m fired up, huh
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| Know my people got them pipes, tell we iced up, huh
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| Can’t no lame nigga divide us, get tired of it, yeah
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| I’m really rockin' with my brothers, ain’t no talkin' 'bout it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song SkubaRu , by - Sada Baby. Song from the album Skuba Sada 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп