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Aaron Dash Sherrod - Donavon Mcnabb Lyrics

[Intro: Ayanna Lee]
Niggas always in the comments trolling like, "Oh, Skilla ain't in the streets
Skilla only make girl music, Skilla don't trick
Skilla do this and that" (MIA JAY C)
But who y'all know fuckin' with Skilla?
Mr. Cop-Three-Richard-Millies-In-A-Year, Skilla?
Five hundred thousand on a kit just to shit on niggas, Skilla?

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
Ayy, huh
A hundred thousand every week, I'm in my bag
Richer than I ever fuckin' been, that's probably why they mad
You can catch out the country with a bad bitch, eatin' crab
Doin' shows, still'll sell a hundred bowls, me in my Raf
My name and my credit good enough to start a tab
Made two dollars off of every bowl I sold, do the math
They wonder why I act so childish, I gotta laugh
I just wanna k-k-k-kill shit when I get mad

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Put a button on a chop', sound like it's stutterin'
Another hundred every week, this shit be comin' in
Don't think I'm ever goin' broke, got too much hustle in me
I want twenty for a feature, but just come with ten
Don't make me feel some type of way, I'll put my youngins on yo' ass
Niggas think the strikers comin', them boys jumpin' out the cab
I been quarterbackin' plays since I was young, I had a bag
Got them birds comin' in, they think I'm Donovan McNabb
[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Man, this money turn your friends to your enemies
I keep having nightmares of niggas killing me
She keep starin' at my neck, I think she feeling me
Man, my money longer than a fuckin' centipede
When I push up, I be tryna get my pape', get out the way
I be tryna make a couple dollars every fuckin' day
Niggas say they gon' kill me when they see me, yeah, okay
Got even watch yo' mans, look at what they did to Tay

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Put a button on a chop', sound like it's stutterin'
Another hundred every week, this shit be comin' in
Don't think I'm ever goin' broke, got too much hustle in me
I want twenty for a feature, but just come with ten
Don't make me feel some type of way, I'll put my youngins on yo' ass
Niggas think the strikers comin', them boys jumpin' out the cab
I been quarterbackin' plays since I was young, I had a bag
Got them birds comin' in, they think I'm Donovan McNabb