Big Skip, run a play for 100k
New whip, all black when i switch the lane
Entertain, skipper hit the stage and he do his thang
Innovate, keep a thick bitch on my dinner plate
Finna skate gotta hemi wit the dealer plates
Lost like gilligan, boss like killa cam
Cost like 50 bands sauced up been the man
The dont wanna see the Gas And i make a stripper dance
Took a chance, i remember had 100 fans
Had to run it up again workin like a got a twin
Then again when i came in they aint understand
In the end ima get the win did it for the fans
On the fence gotta get it crackin gotta get it lit
Smart tho put my cheese up like i hit a lick
I just keep it player i was taught to never trust a bitch
Flavor got a bunch of it my blunt got candy crunch in it
Really i just tryna catch a vibe
Bad Bitches on my side
Ima slide and u already know
Bitch we got the city on fire
Burnt rubber on my tires
And u know i go hard on a hoe
Really i just tryna catch a vibe
Bad Bitches on my side
Ima slide and u already know
I be everywhere no problem
Feed a broke Bitch that is not my job
Black girls spanish girls love that reggaton
Bad girls back to the crib ima make her moan
Protools told her hold the mic
Tell her sing a song got her sendin pics to me phone wit no panties on
Sucked me in the whip cuz her granny home
I came just to cum so u know that i aint stayin Long
Cash cow thinkin im her man i barely play along
And u know i aint alone pay to keep the cable on
Nice things, niggas out here havin pipe dreams light cream but i never settle for the time being
I seen shit up in my life that made me highkey hyphy but I'll never rap it on a type beat
Walkin outta gucci is u rollin bitch i might be
Take the top up of off the drop and let her feel the night breeze
Getting straight to it at a fast pace niggas ina rat race im just on a bag chase lets get it
Really i just tryna catch a vibe
Bad Bitches on my side
Ima slide and u already know
Bitch we got the city on fire
Burnt rubber on my tires
And u know i go hard on a hoe
Really i just tryna catch a vibe
Bad Bitches on my side
Ima slide and u already know
I be everywhere no problem
Feed a broke Bitch that is not my job
Skipper - Not My Job Lyrics
Skipper - Not My Job Lyrics
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Big Skip, run a play for 100k
New whip, all black when i switch the lane
Entertain, skipper hit the stage and he do his thang
Innovate, keep a thick bitch on my dinner plate
Finna skate gotta hemi wit the dealer plates
Lost like gilligan, boss like killa cam
Cost like 50 bands sauced up been the man
The dont wanna see the Gas And i make a stripper dance
Took a chance, i remember had 100 fans
Had to run it up again workin like a got a twin
Then again when i came in they aint understand
In the end ima get the win did it for the fans
On the fence gotta get it crackin gotta get it lit
Smart tho put my cheese up like i hit a lick
I just keep it player i was taught to never trust a bitch
Flavor got a bunch of it my blunt got candy crunch in it
Really i just tryna catch a vibe
Bad Bitches on my side
Ima slide and u already know
Bitch we got the city on fire
Burnt rubber on my tires
And u know i go hard on a hoe
Really i just tryna catch a vibe
Bad Bitches on my side
Ima slide and u already know
I be everywhere no problem
Feed a broke Bitch that is not my job
Black girls spanish girls love that reggaton
Bad girls back to the crib ima make her moan
Protools told her hold the mic
Tell her sing a song got her sendin pics to me phone wit no panties on
Sucked me in the whip cuz her granny home
I came just to cum so u know that i aint stayin Long
Cash cow thinkin im her man i barely play along
And u know i aint alone pay to keep the cable on
Nice things, niggas out here havin pipe dreams light cream but i never settle for the time being
I seen shit up in my life that made me highkey hyphy but I'll never rap it on a type beat
Walkin outta gucci is u rollin bitch i might be
Take the top up of off the drop and let her feel the night breeze
Getting straight to it at a fast pace niggas ina rat race im just on a bag chase lets get it
Really i just tryna catch a vibe
Bad Bitches on my side
Ima slide and u already know
Bitch we got the city on fire
Burnt rubber on my tires
And u know i go hard on a hoe
Really i just tryna catch a vibe
Bad Bitches on my side
Ima slide and u already know
I be everywhere no problem
Feed a broke Bitch that is not my job
New whip, all black when i switch the lane
Entertain, skipper hit the stage and he do his thang
Innovate, keep a thick bitch on my dinner plate
Finna skate gotta hemi wit the dealer plates
Lost like gilligan, boss like killa cam
Cost like 50 bands sauced up been the man
The dont wanna see the Gas And i make a stripper dance
Took a chance, i remember had 100 fans
Had to run it up again workin like a got a twin
Then again when i came in they aint understand
In the end ima get the win did it for the fans
On the fence gotta get it crackin gotta get it lit
Smart tho put my cheese up like i hit a lick
I just keep it player i was taught to never trust a bitch
Flavor got a bunch of it my blunt got candy crunch in it
Really i just tryna catch a vibe
Bad Bitches on my side
Ima slide and u already know
Bitch we got the city on fire
Burnt rubber on my tires
And u know i go hard on a hoe
Really i just tryna catch a vibe
Bad Bitches on my side
Ima slide and u already know
I be everywhere no problem
Feed a broke Bitch that is not my job
Black girls spanish girls love that reggaton
Bad girls back to the crib ima make her moan
Protools told her hold the mic
Tell her sing a song got her sendin pics to me phone wit no panties on
Sucked me in the whip cuz her granny home
I came just to cum so u know that i aint stayin Long
Cash cow thinkin im her man i barely play along
And u know i aint alone pay to keep the cable on
Nice things, niggas out here havin pipe dreams light cream but i never settle for the time being
I seen shit up in my life that made me highkey hyphy but I'll never rap it on a type beat
Walkin outta gucci is u rollin bitch i might be
Take the top up of off the drop and let her feel the night breeze
Getting straight to it at a fast pace niggas ina rat race im just on a bag chase lets get it
Really i just tryna catch a vibe
Bad Bitches on my side
Ima slide and u already know
Bitch we got the city on fire
Burnt rubber on my tires
And u know i go hard on a hoe
Really i just tryna catch a vibe
Bad Bitches on my side
Ima slide and u already know
I be everywhere no problem
Feed a broke Bitch that is not my job
Writer: Parrell Cox
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid