Skilla Baby – EBT Lyrics
Artist: Skilla Baby
Song: EBT
[f#ck the fire, we got grease
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Uh-uh, ah
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If I take a n#gg# b#tch on a trip, he ain’t gon’ get her back
Put her on a flight overnight, I’m really into that
p#ss# good as hell, take her in Chanel to get a bag
She buy me Amiri every month, we goin’ tit-for-tat
Alexander Wang for my one thing, that’s chump change
She gon’ go to Hutch, ice me up, she know I love chains
She just wanna see a skinny n#gg# in some buff frames
She know I spend that sh#t, plus I tuck pape’
Real street n#gg#, I’m every b#tch type
Young rich n#gg#, I’m evеry b#tch type
I be with drug dealеrs, I’m every b#tch type
Ghetto young n#gg#, I’m every b#tch type
That money gettin’ spent, I’m every b#tch type
That bag gettin’ sent, I’m every b#tch type
Turn the rags into riches, I’m every b#tch type
I’m with the baddest of b#tches, I’m every b#tch type
I done Dior’d my kicks, I Dior’d my b#tch
If she in my face, she gon’ get hit
I know I’ma knock her down if she on my list
I love a bad b#tch that don’t mind a street n#gg#
That ain’t gon’ never give that p#ss# to a weak n#gg#
When she see the kit on me, I’ma leave with her
She don’t want a fan, she want a VIP n#gg#
Matching minks in the winter, baby, I’m a D n#gg#
You ain’t gon’ get her back if Mari, Los, or me hit her
These hoes be goin’, these n#gg#s be timid
She let a real n#gg# hit it, now you wanna beef with her
Bankroll all Crip blue, I don’t see n#gg#s
Real street n#gg#, I’m every b#tch type
Young rich n#gg#, I’m every b#tch type
I be with drug dealers, I’m every b#tch type
Ghetto young n#gg#, I’m every b#tch type
That money gettin’ spent, I’m every b#tch type
That bag gettin’ sent, I’m every b#tch type
Turn the rags into riches, I’m every b#tch type
I’m with the baddest of b#tches, I’m every b#tch type
I don’t f#ck with yellow gold, n#gg#, every wrist white
A shark
Celine bags if I talk to you, I tell you that sh#t light
‘Bout to take over a state and pay for every b#tch flight
Hell yeah, she got a presi’, her head deadly
Turkeys layin’ around the crib like we livin’ at a deli
Turn my twenties into hundreds, it’s a fetish
Them n#gg#s blew they stash, now they askin’ for a method
Let me ask you hoes a question, who really gettin’ money?
From my watch to my necklace, who really spendin’ hundreds?
Hit your block and drop fifty twice, we really spin a hundred
I can’t f#ck for anything, so I gotta stand for something
Tell her blow me down
And if them b#tches catch me up, tell her hold me down
Y’all need to do some catchin’ up, we be blowin’ pounds
A thousand fiends out the crib, look like Rolling Loud
I cleared the path in two months, so I know he proud
Real street n#gg#, I’m every b#tch type
Young rich n#gg#, I’m every b#tch type
I be with drug dealers, I’m every b#tch type
Ghetto young n#gg#, I’m every b#tch type
That money gettin’ spent, I’m every b#tch type
That bag gettin’ sent, I’m every b#tch type
Turn the rags into riches, I’m every b#tch type
I’m with the baddest of b#tches, I’m every b#tch type
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Release Year: 2022