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really on - damedot & sada baby lyrics

[intro: sada baby]
(welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous)
f*ck out of here talkin’ that tough sh*t
and keep b*tches like this, i’m talkin’ this tough sh*t
huh, shonuff
it’s the eastside, i ain’t—
what’s up, dame?

[verse 1: sada baby]
huh, motherf*ckers wearin’ sh*t i wore a whole year ago
huh, n*gga actin’, now he sport it in the video, huh
that’s the reason i can hit this b*tch and any ho, huh
that i want or i like, ’cause i’m really him
i ain’t even mad at you, just keep an attitude, huh
i can play it how i want, i be actin’ rude, uh
hit the g, smoke a n*gga like a pack of kools
i’m a g, go broke, that’ll make you lose
tell titi i can serve her
in real life, or she can meet me on the server (nah, huh)
keep a big heavy shiesty for the murder
nah, me and dot pulled up icy just to hurt ya
ask me how i know your b*tch ’bout to twerk somethin’
huh, she can see it in my eyes, i deserve somethin’
huh, i can see it in her eyes, she ain’t worth nothin’

[verse 2: damedot]
five thousand dollars on his head, that’s a purse on him
dumb n*gga think he sippin’ lean, but it’s robitussin
soon as a n*gga get to talkin’ loud, that’s when i know he bluffin’
if a n*gga really want some smoke, then he more than welcome
bro just made a hundred out the crib, and he sittin’ on tether
boy, i’m wearin’ some foreign shoes, you can’t even spell ’em
i should work in retail for jeans ’cause i can sell ’em
i should go and get my barber license, put the clipper to his sideburn
he hear the gps, n*gga, it’s my turn
don’t talk about that sh*t, ’cause i got it on
don’t hit me on the ‘gram, n*gga, call my phone
[verse 3: sada baby]
nah, even yojo shavin’ grams, supposed to be at home
actin’ like i don’t know who i am, trappin’ while i’m froze
huh, every time i take a l, i get a pack of ‘bows
nah, every time i check the mail, i be expectin’ pros
nah, every time i make a sale, it’s already sold
if i put some money on your top, it’s already gone
if you see you’re here with me in the zone, we already boned
damedot pulled off the glass, then i banged out
nah, clips hangin’ out wherever we be hangin’ out

[verse 4: damedot]
crashin’ out when we out in public, ain’t no eyes closed
boy, i do this for my son, i guess he lonzo
starin’ at my rose gold ap like the time froze
we’d make it rain in the bar, so get a poncho
my lil’ b*tch just got a condo, it ain’t money, it don’t combo
d*mn, it must be tuesday, they done hit him in his taco
i gotta get my cheese off the top like some nachos

[verse 5: sada baby]
boxed*up b*tch with a lawyer taberito
touch down, let her celebrate, drink a pint of titos
nah, n*gga talkin’ fake, spicy*hot cheetos
bet his face change when the glock reload
nah, dreke hit me with a brick that he just got from [?]
nah, b*tch be sendin’ me naked pictures just to eat bows, ugh

- damedot sada baby lyrics

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