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Psychopathic Rydas
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Skrilla 4 Rilla
Skrilla 4 Rilla, money aint a thang cables links, ropes and chains Skrilla 4 Rilla, money aint a thang Swayed, leather, gators, and caines Skrilla 4 Rilla, money aint a thang Super fly ho's with a nose for G's Skrilla 4 Rilla money aint a thang Black trucks rollin on triple gold-d
Rydas...4 life..bitch
Srillas 4 Rilla, money's everything Smack you and your bitch for a dollar and some change Lookin Strange mean muggin in the back of the club Im hangin out, gettin drunk, with my nigga Tom Dub Hos showin mad love (yee, yee), cuz the money be right Im out of sight, with the diamonds shinnin bright fool Slap a bitch, and I'm in it for free But beleive dat', all the moneys comin with me
Ive been spendin chedda, since it jingled in my pocket Programed my mind since birth, obtaining profit Yea, I got it, 1's, 5's and, 10's No high denominations walks fine by the feds? Still I got the flow safe With mo' benzies and shook ya in ya cupcake ass so tell a friend, wait! You can tell 'em, i stay green like Willy Skrilla 4 Rilla, my nigga, tell me can you feel me?!
CHORUS: Skrilla 4 Rilla, money aint a thang... Cables, links, ropes and chains... Skrilla 4 Rilla, money aint a thang... Swayed, leather, gators and canes.. Skrilla 4 Rilla, money aint a thang... Super Fly ho's with a nose for G's Skrilla 4 Rilla, money aint a thang... Back trucks rollin on triple gold D's
Mothafucka never contest But im heavy into stress Pack a glock in the vest And the Skrilla's what I quest In the passenger side..of the Navi Ride behind the black caddy, rollin deep, all these bitches lookin at me Shinin', flossin' diamonds Night that I'm in the mood to bump these sounds louder then the cops sirens Movin keys from overseas Hawk assignment, to the streets Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com To these killaz , to make the Skrillas'
I wanna make the Skrilly 4 Rilly for really What the dealy, It aint silly Im tryin to bank like 30 or 40 Milly And be the big Willy, with the flake deal Fuck mowin lawns, and servin up happy meals I fold my 1's in a knot, and slap my 50 on top And front to bitches like 'Oh, look what i dropped' Bitch took it and broke, i had to laugh And aimed at the back of her head, and blew it in half (Blaaww)
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Im gettin paid Cash money, cheddar cheese Just picked up 8 pounds of weed Im gettin Skrilla, thats the deala Can ya feela? True G, neighborhood cat peela Underground drug deala, with the 15 rocks And another Bently parked outside Fuck you bitch, youll still get jacked Cuz i always leave my motherfuckin pistol packed
Skrilla 4 Rilla fool, im a killa Go off in your grilla Run your pockets for your bills yeah Stackin my change Bank cheese, green 'n things Lettin' my nuts hang Jittin down the line of Soul Train Don Cornelious and Clip, we got money plans Me and my man, put our hands, on no less than grands Maaan FUCK THIS, im bout to get paid Clockin' 2 million for my peeps, I'm to sure yea
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1 for you, 5 for me 1 for you, 10 for me 1 for you, 20 for me Skrillas 4 Rilla bitch, yea... Were Rydas...insidas We Rydas, eatin steaks You at home, eatin slydas (Laughs)
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