Chris Habiyakare - Skrilla remix lyrics

Chorus X2 in the slums smoking with my n***as all of us plotting on a thriller you aint talking money i dont need ya you aint gotta front man i dont feel ya that skrilla that skrilla boy im bout my skrilla all my n***as hungry we want dinner all my n***as doctors we aint drinkers high like the skyline smoking reefer Verse 1 these n***as phony they are deforming snitches making friends with informants pigs asking questions i ignore them on the streets swaggin in a foreign getting dirty money 3 stack in both hands im just feelin hungry, time to fill my stomach thats why your house got robbed in broad day she just wants my cash but i dont play with these f**in hoes, check ur expiry date 47 blunts in the ash tray Chorus X2 in the slums smoking with my n***as all of us plotting on a thriller you aint talking money i dont need ya you aint gotta front man i dont feel ya that skrilla that skrilla boy im bout my skrilla all my n***as hungry we want dinner all my n***as doctors we aint drinkers high like the skyline smoking reefer Verse X1 wake up in the morning then i bakeeee now im feeling lit feel my waveeeee made 3 hunnid yestardaAy, now i got food on my plate used to hustle food from safe way now im eating asian take away mula why dont you come my way mula why dont you come my way i got things i want to have money in brainnnnn you think im insane im just getting paid Chorus X1 in the slums smoking with my n***as all of us plotting on a thriller you aint talking money i dont need ya you aint gotta front man i dont feel ya that skrilla that skrilla boy im bout my skrilla all my n***as hungry we want dinner all my n***as doctors we aint drinkers high like the skyline smoking reefer