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Skilla Baby - Fight Club Lyrics



Skilla Baby - Fight Club Lyrics
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(MIA JAY C)
(I hear you, JAY C)
Ayy

So many bricks around, we could've built a mansion with 'em
My lil' partners look up to me, I get active with 'em
It ain't shit to have my lil' one put a tracker on him
He caught a self defense, boy, he think he pressure now
Damn, we thought you was a killer, you be tellin' huh?
B-A-N-D-C-A-M-P, had to spell it out
Get his lil' ass out the street, he 'bout to tell his mama
Every time I hear it's beef, I buy a hundred choppers
Bitch turnt in the house, we buy 'em by the thousand
What is five thousand to me? Bro, quit bein' childish
Man, I'm from the city, we call that a couple dollars
Grew up in public houses, we don't respect nothin' violent

Ayy (huh)
Huh, all my niggas' wrist hittin', baby, we look like a fight club (ayy)
Huh, invite some bad bitches over, finna turn a mansion to a nightclub (ayy)
Have my lil' niggas sittin' in a nigga bushes for a light dub (ayy)
Huh, flawless diamonds on my teeth, got my mouth lit up like a light bulb
When you get money, it shows, huh
Hundred somethin' days on the road, huh
When you get money, it shows
Everybody ain't got these, these Chrome
When you get money, it shows, huh
A hundred somethin' days on the road, huh
When you get money, it shows
Everybody ain't got these, these Chrome (huh)

Nigga, I be by myself 'cause I be fightin' demons
Niggas want me to fall off, but they'll never see it
I need a lil' bitch that's gon' f*ck me good and keep my secrets
Nigga said he pulled my card, I ain't never seen it (huh)
I'm stayin' prayed up 'cause I be fightin' demons (ah)
I get to slidin' for no reason
I put that shit on, baby, every season
That pussy too good, please don't ever leave me

Ayy (huh)
Huh, all my niggas' wrist hittin', baby, we look like a fight club (ayy)
Huh, invite some bad bitches over, finna turn a mansion to a nightclub (ayy)
Have my lil' niggas sittin' in a nigga bushes for a light dub (ayy)
Huh, flawless diamonds on my teeth, got my mouth lit up like a light bulb
When you get money, it shows, huh
Hundred somethin' days on the road, huh
When you get money, it shows
Everybody ain't got these, these Chrome
When you get money, it shows, huh
A hundred somethin' days on the road, huh
When you get money, it shows
Everybody ain't got these, these Chrome
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(MIA JAY C)
(I hear you, JAY C)
Ayy

So many bricks around, we could've built a mansion with 'em
My lil' partners look up to me, I get active with 'em
It ain't shit to have my lil' one put a tracker on him
He caught a self defense, boy, he think he pressure now
Damn, we thought you was a killer, you be tellin' huh?
B-A-N-D-C-A-M-P, had to spell it out
Get his lil' ass out the street, he 'bout to tell his mama
Every time I hear it's beef, I buy a hundred choppers
Bitch turnt in the house, we buy 'em by the thousand
What is five thousand to me? Bro, quit bein' childish
Man, I'm from the city, we call that a couple dollars
Grew up in public houses, we don't respect nothin' violent

Ayy (huh)
Huh, all my niggas' wrist hittin', baby, we look like a fight club (ayy)
Huh, invite some bad bitches over, finna turn a mansion to a nightclub (ayy)
Have my lil' niggas sittin' in a nigga bushes for a light dub (ayy)
Huh, flawless diamonds on my teeth, got my mouth lit up like a light bulb
When you get money, it shows, huh
Hundred somethin' days on the road, huh
When you get money, it shows
Everybody ain't got these, these Chrome
When you get money, it shows, huh
A hundred somethin' days on the road, huh
When you get money, it shows
Everybody ain't got these, these Chrome (huh)

Nigga, I be by myself 'cause I be fightin' demons
Niggas want me to fall off, but they'll never see it
I need a lil' bitch that's gon' f*ck me good and keep my secrets
Nigga said he pulled my card, I ain't never seen it (huh)
I'm stayin' prayed up 'cause I be fightin' demons (ah)
I get to slidin' for no reason
I put that shit on, baby, every season
That pussy too good, please don't ever leave me

Ayy (huh)
Huh, all my niggas' wrist hittin', baby, we look like a fight club (ayy)
Huh, invite some bad bitches over, finna turn a mansion to a nightclub (ayy)
Have my lil' niggas sittin' in a nigga bushes for a light dub (ayy)
Huh, flawless diamonds on my teeth, got my mouth lit up like a light bulb
When you get money, it shows, huh
Hundred somethin' days on the road, huh
When you get money, it shows
Everybody ain't got these, these Chrome
When you get money, it shows, huh
A hundred somethin' days on the road, huh
When you get money, it shows
Everybody ain't got these, these Chrome
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Writer: Trevon Gardner
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: Skilla Baby
Language: English
Length: 2:54
Written by: Trevon Gardner

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