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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Skilla Baby
Skilla Baby
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tariq Crutchfield
Tariq Crutchfield
Songwriter:in
Andreas Michalaopoulos
Andreas Michalaopoulos
Songwriter:in
Jonathan Josiah Wise
Jonathan Josiah Wise
Songwriter:in
Tariq
Tariq
Songwriter:in
Trevon Gardner
Trevon Gardner
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Blvck
Blvck
Produzent:in
Tariq
Tariq
Produzent:in
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Tariq Crutchfield
Tariq Crutchfield
Produzent:in
André Berger
André Berger
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
ISAIAH RASHAUN BROWN
ISAIAH RASHAUN BROWN
Mischtechniker:in
Prod_Blvck
Prod_Blvck
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TeeMaine
TeeMaine
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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Huh?
(Tariq)
[Verse 2]
Uh, huh
I grew up fast, I was thuggin' young
All my bitches wanna meet my mama 'cause they love her son
I'm a felon, still ridin' 'round with like a hundred guns
Put a different pair of shoes on and start another run
[Verse 3]
Huh? These bitches icky, give me Vicky vibes
**** Timmy odd and they give me "pick me" vibes
Every time they see me elevatin', they get teary eyed
Could've lost my life a couple times, it was clearly God (Huh?)
[Verse 4]
**** fear the guys, only thing I fear is God
Only thing I hear is God when I'm in my Fear of Gods
Beef'll make these **** hide, we come quick like Jimmy Johns
Put a sweet potato on the MAC like, "****, pick your side"
We be tryna catch these **** slippin', they don't never slide
You gotta know the revolution gon' be televised
It's a **** somewhere with his phone out usin' metal eyes
Every week, I leave the state, I'm tryna find a better vibe (Huh?)
[Verse 5]
Ah, I gotta hustle, I can't take no L
'Cause I gotta pay my bills and all my bitches want Chanel
Twenty thousand on my pendant, couple on my belt
Let my AR sing, it shake the table, call it K. Michelle
**** got a bitch I like, I steal her, Le'Veon Bell
I ain't got no weed for you to smoke, baby, I sell
I hope God gon' let me into Heaven, I made it through Hell
A lot of **** wanna see me fall to say that I failed
Wake up, put my shoes on, baby get her Trues on
I be fresh to death, might put Mike Amiri on my tombstone
All my ARs fully, pull up by myself, get all the goons gone
I'ma move on if she don't wanna give me head
My big bro a Crip, he mad as hell he gotta sip the red
It's a lot of ho **** wanna see me dead
Hit my hoes at a hotel, they never seen my bed
Huh, me versus me
[Verse 6]
Huh? All my hoes like rich ****
We ain't trippin' 'bout the hoes, you never see me with no simp ****
All of us up six figures
Or at least we up enough to get you disfigured
My brother bleed, but I got a family full of Crip ****
They go by F&F
I be by myself, that's when I'm at my best
'Cause I can't call a lot of **** to clean up my mess
I hustle on my own, custo on my phone
Needo on my other line
My sister tired of her friend tellin' her her brother fine
Mike Amiri who? Don't come near me, huh
I be havin' days I only talk to Siri, huh
I took the tint out my buff to see shit clearly
Needo say I gotta go support my cousin at his hearing
I been in that room before, you know I feel you, bro
It ain't never easy facin' time, you know I feel you, though
It's only gon' make you stronger, it ain't kill you, bro
Huh?
[Verse 7]
Me versus me
Huh?
Written by: Andreas Michalopoulos, Josiah Wise, Skilla Baby, Tariq Crutchfield
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