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Skilla Baby - Booby Trap Lyrics



Skilla Baby - Booby Trap Lyrics
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[ Featuring BossMan Dlow ]

(MIA JAY C)
Ha
(I hear you, JAY C)
Ha, ha

Huh, in that Maybach I be feelin' like Rick Ross, baby (baby)
She can tell I'm gettin' money when I talk, baby (ha)
Leave yo' purse at home, you f*ckin' with a boss, baby (a boss, baby)
Let's go to the mall, get what you want, f*ck what it cost, baby (f*ck what it cost, baby)
I'm in the yams at Booby Trap havin' a ball (havin' a ball)
They know I don't give a f*ck 'bout crashin' out at all (ha)
I f*ck with niggas, I just ain't f*ckin' with y'all (ain't f*ckin' with y'all)
My young niggas quick to slide on shit 'cause they do fraud (bah)

Pockets full of dog shit, they think I got the drip, baby (yeah)
VVS's hittin', look like I play for the Mets, baby (bling)
Trap nigga, we got everything on deck, baby (brrt)
I ain't mean to cut you off, but cut my check, baby, huh (beep, beep)
Quarter million dollar car, I'm drivin' like this Fast and Furious (vroom)
Pull off in a presidential, push up, Lamborghini Urus
Two hundred on the dash, I pray I don't wreck out (nigga)
We ain't toleratin' no pussy shit, get a nigga X'd out (nigga)
'Cause that pussy-ass, police-ass shit ain't in me
Come here, bae, stop playin' games with me
Everybody with me eatin' like this Thanksgiving (yeah)
Get it if you want it, baby, you know I ain't trippin' (get it, bae)
Get it if you want it, we don't care nothin' 'bout the cost, bae
Pull up in that Maybach, I be feelin' like I'm Ross, bae
Come f*ck with a winner, we eat hundred dollar dinners, baby (come here, baby)
I'm speedin' in traffic, screamin', "Ah" like I'm Skilla, baby (yeah, Big Za)

Huh, in that Maybach I be feelin' like Rick Ross, baby (baby)
She can tell I'm gettin' money when I talk, baby (ha)
Leave yo' purse at home, you f*ckin' with a boss, baby (a boss, baby)
Let's go to the mall, get what you want, f*ck what it cost, baby (f*ck what it cost, baby)
I'm in the yams at Booby Trap havin' a ball (havin' a ball)
They know I don't give a f*ck 'bout crashin' out at all (ha)
I f*ck with niggas, I just ain't f*ckin' with y'all (ain't f*ckin' with y'all)
My young niggas quick to slide on shit 'cause they do fraud (bah)

Bitch, I'm the biggest, a money gettin' nigga (nigga)
Two hundred on a Richie (ha), them other nigga finished, huh (finished)
I can run five hundred thousand up so fast (frrt)
Nigga, shut yo' poor ass mouth with yo' broke ass (ha)
These Chanel shoes these ain't no Huraches (no Huraches)
I ran so much dog shit up servin' aunties (servin' autie)
I'm eatin' a thousand dollar steak, I'm at Papi's (I'm at Papi's)
Fresh enough to pose for the frame, Ricky Bobby (ha)

Huh, in that Maybach I be feelin' like Rick Ross, baby (baby)
She can tell I'm gettin' money when I talk, baby (ha)
Leave yo' purse at home, you f*ckin' with a boss, baby (a boss, baby)
Let's go to the mall, get what you want, f*ck what it cost, baby (f*ck what it cost, baby)
I'm in the yams at Booby Trap havin' a ball (havin' a ball)
They know I don't give a f*ck 'bout crashin' out at all (ha)
I f*ck with niggas, I just ain't f*ckin' with y'all (ain't f*ckin' with y'all)
My young niggas quick to slide on shit 'cause they do fraud (bah)
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(MIA JAY C)
Ha
(I hear you, JAY C)
Ha, ha

Huh, in that Maybach I be feelin' like Rick Ross, baby (baby)
She can tell I'm gettin' money when I talk, baby (ha)
Leave yo' purse at home, you f*ckin' with a boss, baby (a boss, baby)
Let's go to the mall, get what you want, f*ck what it cost, baby (f*ck what it cost, baby)
I'm in the yams at Booby Trap havin' a ball (havin' a ball)
They know I don't give a f*ck 'bout crashin' out at all (ha)
I f*ck with niggas, I just ain't f*ckin' with y'all (ain't f*ckin' with y'all)
My young niggas quick to slide on shit 'cause they do fraud (bah)

Pockets full of dog shit, they think I got the drip, baby (yeah)
VVS's hittin', look like I play for the Mets, baby (bling)
Trap nigga, we got everything on deck, baby (brrt)
I ain't mean to cut you off, but cut my check, baby, huh (beep, beep)
Quarter million dollar car, I'm drivin' like this Fast and Furious (vroom)
Pull off in a presidential, push up, Lamborghini Urus
Two hundred on the dash, I pray I don't wreck out (nigga)
We ain't toleratin' no pussy shit, get a nigga X'd out (nigga)
'Cause that pussy-ass, police-ass shit ain't in me
Come here, bae, stop playin' games with me
Everybody with me eatin' like this Thanksgiving (yeah)
Get it if you want it, baby, you know I ain't trippin' (get it, bae)
Get it if you want it, we don't care nothin' 'bout the cost, bae
Pull up in that Maybach, I be feelin' like I'm Ross, bae
Come f*ck with a winner, we eat hundred dollar dinners, baby (come here, baby)
I'm speedin' in traffic, screamin', "Ah" like I'm Skilla, baby (yeah, Big Za)

Huh, in that Maybach I be feelin' like Rick Ross, baby (baby)
She can tell I'm gettin' money when I talk, baby (ha)
Leave yo' purse at home, you f*ckin' with a boss, baby (a boss, baby)
Let's go to the mall, get what you want, f*ck what it cost, baby (f*ck what it cost, baby)
I'm in the yams at Booby Trap havin' a ball (havin' a ball)
They know I don't give a f*ck 'bout crashin' out at all (ha)
I f*ck with niggas, I just ain't f*ckin' with y'all (ain't f*ckin' with y'all)
My young niggas quick to slide on shit 'cause they do fraud (bah)

Bitch, I'm the biggest, a money gettin' nigga (nigga)
Two hundred on a Richie (ha), them other nigga finished, huh (finished)
I can run five hundred thousand up so fast (frrt)
Nigga, shut yo' poor ass mouth with yo' broke ass (ha)
These Chanel shoes these ain't no Huraches (no Huraches)
I ran so much dog shit up servin' aunties (servin' autie)
I'm eatin' a thousand dollar steak, I'm at Papi's (I'm at Papi's)
Fresh enough to pose for the frame, Ricky Bobby (ha)

Huh, in that Maybach I be feelin' like Rick Ross, baby (baby)
She can tell I'm gettin' money when I talk, baby (ha)
Leave yo' purse at home, you f*ckin' with a boss, baby (a boss, baby)
Let's go to the mall, get what you want, f*ck what it cost, baby (f*ck what it cost, baby)
I'm in the yams at Booby Trap havin' a ball (havin' a ball)
They know I don't give a f*ck 'bout crashin' out at all (ha)
I f*ck with niggas, I just ain't f*ckin' with y'all (ain't f*ckin' with y'all)
My young niggas quick to slide on shit 'cause they do fraud (bah)
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Writer: Devante McCreary, Joshua White, Trevon Gardner
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: Skilla Baby
Featuring: BossMan Dlow
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Devante McCreary, Joshua White, Trevon Gardner

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