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SkinnyBoi Cj
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damond H Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Lyrics
I tell the truth
I tell the truth
SkinnyBoi, **** (Boi, let me get that motherfucker)
**** keep talkin that shit, pull up with sticks for all that verbal abuse
Content creators ain shootin nun but flicks, go put that Blicky to use
None of my dogs got owners, we pull up on you, hot shit, we let it loose
Know that he mad got his hoe inna headlock, heard lil' mama said that I was cute
Do - do - do come straight out the roof, go out with a bang
Ain talm bout hair, got big extensions
Bih go boom
We bout four deep in the back seat, can barely move 'cause we ain't got room
Turned an all-white party red
Come dumpin lead, opp be like
What the hell I do?
Say you can't go but you already went
Your hoe in the spot and she givin consent
Got that hoe bent inside of a ten'
I got a Glock on my switch, I mean switch on my Glock
My bad, you know what I meant
Pull up like uh-uh-ah
**** ahh got down
Stop duckin me like rent, I say
Young ****, move that dope
Put the house on the ring of my hoe
Only thing I wanna hear from a lame ass peer is
"Twin what you want for the sto?"
Really on that, but you don't gotta know
Tryna get these racks, got a long way to go
My bitch say, "Huh?" when I say, "No"
Only got like ten, go get your toes
Stick get to pappin, I let him have it
Send the boy over the sun like a daddy
I'm off a addy, bih send the addy
I'm tryna pull up on my little baddie
Bounce out, fully drac, make a **** panic
I can do a trick with with the stick, make em vanish
Kiss the Glock before I shoot, romantic
Know what I do, Young **** on the loose
And I can't even trip, got glizzy on my hip
Pull up on 'em, make 'em dip
Reckless drivin', whip got flipped
Stick gon bang just like a crip
Self-defense, I get you ripped (yuh, SkinnyBoi ****)
**** keep talkin that shit, pull up with sticks for all that verbal abuse
Content creators ain shootin nun but flicks, go put that Blicky to use
None of my dogs got owners, we pull up on you, hot shit, we let it loose
Know that he mad got his hoe inna headlock, heard lil' mama said that I was cute
Do - do - do come straight out the roof, go out with a bang
Ain talm bout hair, got big extensions
Bih go boom
We bout four deep in the back seat, can barely move 'cause we ain't got room
Turned an all-white party red
Come dumpin lead, opp be like
What the hell I do?
SkinnyBoi, ****
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
What ya say?
****, I gotta do with-
I got a couple of-, I just had-
Written by: Damond H Walker