SK8 (feat. Jake Lambo, Jaque Beatz & London Jae)

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    Skate (skate)...

    Young nigga on my grind, but I don't (skate)
    (No I don't skate) skate...
    No I don't got no time don't make me (wait)
    (Don't make me) wait...
    (No no no no)
    I don't ever go broke, don't take no
    (Grief...)
    With the mozart ride with the toast, boy you know I got a lot on my (plate...)

    Y'all niggas on my grind but I don't...

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    These niggas ain't really all that, tryna be on top like a cap on a bald head
    Friends told me that they wouldn't cross me and they all did
    I'm just getting busy killin' rappers, leave 'em all dead
    All I know is us bro, fuck what y'all said
    Ray 's in the jungle so my best friend 's tarzan
    Want it? Imma get it, pull strings like harp players
    Young ones tryna ball, but I don't really walk near
    I be grindin', I'm grindin', I'm grindin', I'm grindin', I do
    Won't catch me slippin', man, they just be trippin'
    They trippin', I tell em to lace up your boots
    Doing what I want, don't play by the rules
    I'm not a teacher, but you can get schooled
    She not a lightbulb, but she can get screwed
    He just be lethal when he's in the booth
    I don't know people, I sit with my crew
    Do get it, my right, no left
    Oh yes let em know I want some more checks
    My girl be trippin', I work it out like both flex
    Your girl keep trippin', be askin' me for more sex
    Oh, what you wanna do?
    Tryna get this money, tell em follow me like vamanos
    Spot em like a domino, hit 'em with the dummy flow
    This ain't the future, you got me shinin' like a dinosaur

    Do tricks your honor
    She get the wood acoustic, your honor
    She act like she don't do shit, your honor
    But she walked here like the shoe fits, your honor
    And those ain't retro, she blowin' me, ex though, she sit in the esso
    Is she with you, cuz I go a prime ape in the chimp too
    You charlie errin', this hurricane fixes you
    So when the cameras rollin', better act right, bitch
    But side chicks only get the half-pipe, bitch
    These niggas turn on you than they jack-knife, bitch
    I protectin' all my green, holla' cacti, bitch
    (Ahhh)
    Fit you're bright, cocaine crack white bitch
    Get a cat scan all we see is pussy in you
    No wonder you out here movin' so cat-like bitch
    My negro, I been on my shit though
    I'm an influenza, you been on your menstrual
    You ain't even understand. You ain't even on your ten toes
    Boy, I just be sketchin' on your lady with my pencil
    And so, eraser broke, but if you raise a ho
    Imma carve her into stone, your michaelangelo
    Might turn her into a banking roll, turn on the channel ho

    Never really rode on 4 wheels
    She can ride a surfboard like a pro still
    I keep the money on auto like mobile
    Eat it out the box in the morning like oatmeal
    Nigga I'm straight. Imma send her home before I hug 3rd base
    I'm shelf, bitch. Sell like I'm on ebay and niggas want beef like the fda
    We could up these stakes, with a side of some vino blanco, torpedo launch code
    Close curtains on 'em, I don't need article
    A nigga mile-high like the denver broncos
    I'm so high, they like, "have you see where bob goes?"
    Pussy weed and presidents [x4]
    Heard you hatin' on the squad right?
    Well, suck my dick like its a peppermint
    Wakin' up to residents, cameras poppin', serve bands alot
    And art, sir lance-a-thot
    Beatin up the block, jay lambo and bob
    6 Bitches, 3 legs, tarantula
    But she on the tris on the
    She speak on her knees, on her knees
    And I heard her boyfriend getting salty
    Cuz she keep my cd

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