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Millionarie - Skilla baby Lyrics

By: Admin | Artist: S skilla baby | Published: 2024-01-10T03:21:35:00+07:00

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[intro: sk!lla baby]
catch a n*gga in new york and jackson like lamar
ha (i hear you, jay c)
nah, for real (mia jay c)
huh (ayy)

[chorus: sk!lla baby]
what the f*ck is ten*thousand to a millionaire? (to a millionaire)
what the f*ck is twenty*thousand to a millionaire? (to a millionaire)
what the f*ck is forty*thousand to a millionaire? (to a millionaire)
what the f*ck is fifty*thousand to a millionaire? (ha)
what the f*ck is ten*thousand to a millionaire? (to a millionaire)
what the f*ck is twenty*thousand to a millionaire? (to a millionaire)
what the f*ck is forty*thousand to a millionaire? (to a millionaire)
what the f*ck is fifty*thousand to a millionaire? (huh, ha)

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
the next n*gga to speak on my name, he getting whacked (bah)
either that, b*tch smacked or kidnapped
you know i know how to act, like i don’t know where n*ggas at (where they at)
like, i can’t make a dog sit or a k!ller catch a hat (bah)
walk ’em down, f*cked around and put a tracker on his track’ (his track’)
my young n*ggas racing strikers, put the trackhawk on the track (skrrt)
you know me, i’m into stretching sh*t, don’t play the internet (fah*fah)
hopped out on ’em, fap*fap*fap (fap*fap*fap), ain’t even tell my n*ggas that (ha)
man, you know that ain’t yo’ business if you wasn’t in that car
even if a n*gga follow where i’m at, i stay too far (alright, alright)
“sk!lla, what you doin’ out here servin’ n*ggas? you a star” (ha)
catch a n*gga in new york and jackson like lamar (catch his ass)
what the f*ck is twenty*thousand? i ain’t braggin’ ’bout that sh*t (uh*uh)
everything i touch make me a hundred, plus, lil’ b*tch, i’m rich (i’m rich)
a lot of n*ggas wanna see me down bad or on my d*ck (ha)
don’t need a stylist, i’m too lit
ten plus on every fit, huh, hmm
[chorus: sk!lla baby]
what the f*ck is ten*thousand to a millionaire? (to a millionaire)
what the f*ck is twenty*thousand to a millionaire? (to a millionaire)
what the f*ck is forty*thousand to a millionaire? (to a millionaire)
what the f*ck is fifty*thousand to a millionaire? (ha)
what the f*ck is ten*thousand to a millionaire? (to a millionaire)
what the f*ck is twenty*thousand to a millionaire? (to a millionaire)
what the f*ck is forty*thousand to a millionaire? (to a millionaire)
what the f*ck is fifty*thousand to a millionaire? (ha)

[verse 2: luh tyler]
tell me what the f*ck is fifty*thousand to the g.o.a.t.?
that ain’t sh*t, n*gga, i can make that off a couple shows (bag)
you ain’t never hit the road and come back with them bands before (what?)
i can’t stop the grind, i need my people in a mansion, ho (yeah)
yeah, these n*ggas say they on the grind, but really, that sh*t cap (that sh*t cap)
and i snap on any track, i beat the mic’ down like the trap
we chase money all day and all night, no time to take a nap (no time for that)
and my brodie ride ’round like a dyk*, he love to keep that strap (yeah)
yeah, we crusin’ with the top back (yeah)
smokin’ on some ‘za pack (on that ‘za pack)
why this n*gga hatin’ on the kid? he need to stop that (you need to stop that)
all my b*tches be ten out of ten, no, you can’t top that (no, you can’t top that)
my brodie really smushed a n*gga mans and pushed his top back (ha)
all my b*tches bad and all my hunnids blue, n*gga (my hunnids blue)
you see that money bag, that’s why we runnin’ to, n*gga (i’m runnin’ to)
yeah, all my n*ggas havin’ b*tch, i thought you knew, n*gga (on god)
f*ck n*ggas make me sick, i think i got the flu, n*gga (they make me sick, n*gga)
[chorus: sk!lla baby]
what the f*ck is ten*thousand to a millionaire? (to a millionaire)
what the f*ck is twenty*thousand to a millionaire? (to a millionaire)
what the f*ck is forty*thousand to a millionaire? (to a millionaire)
what the f*ck is fifty*thousand to a millionaire? (ha)
what the f*ck is ten*thousand to a millionaire? (to a millionaire)
what the f*ck is twenty*thousand to a millionaire? (to a millionaire)
what the f*ck is forty*thousand to a millionaire? (to a millionaire)
what the f*ck is fifty*thousand to a millionaire? (ha)

[outro]
huh
what the f*ck is fifty*thousand to a millionaire?
what the f*ck is fifty*thousand to a millionaire?
huh

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