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2k20 - sada baby lyrics

[chorus]
hmm, faked them n-ggas out, they thought i went on tour
i ain’t even wanna go, been tryna start a war
i’m in all the parties with it, standin’ on the bars
run up on police with dolla, smacked a n-gga car

[verse 1]
huh, n-ggas talkin’ jewelry, i spent a hundred large
huh, i’ma spend that sh-t again because you can’t do it
hardbody, bet i beat a body like i’m ray lewis
carbine carbine, act r-t-rded only get you dropped with it
pull up in my hood when i want to, boy, that’s my sh-t
g at gino, jj mom a teacher, know i got this
get to rappin’ like i’m drego, but this ain’t “bloxk party”
talk to n-ggas with my draco, it make his block party
i can’t rap beef, i won’t get my n-ggas locked up
just lil’ rap sh-t ’bout to get some n-ggas boxed up
send me a personal, you ain’t f-ckin’ with the size up
swing on a n-gga, then bust his homies when they line up
uh, big ten milli’ pokin’ out, i can’t hide that
i’m outside on maxwell like, “where the slide at?”
i know d-mn well they know better not to try that
freak ho, baby, i hit your bm with a sidestep, hey
ho n-gga mad i’m f-ckin’ on his cousin
n-ggas that i know through other n-ggas actin’ like they thuggin’
boy, you a b-tch and a ho, and you ain’t gon’ touch me
i was minding my business, doin’ my thing, now i’m back on ho sh-t
heat check, n-gga (fah), keep that, n-gga
i’m in your baby mama whip, i got the seat back, n-gga
she talkin’ back, i beat her -ss and threw her keys back, n-gga
still made her hit the road, can you believe that? i know you can
n-ggas in they feelings, wanted features and i hoed they -ss
hahahahaha, he want smoke, so i’m gon’ load the mag
we got toes to tag, oh my god, we got hoes to bag
with they nosey -ss, hahaha, hmm, ayy
b-tch i’m freaky kuz with a k, i made my nina bust
i’m the leader of the eastside apes, don’t get your nieces f-cked
high speed chase, me and dolla, bro-bro speed it up
i got lean to cover, roll my window down, i’m leaving blood, hahahahaha
huh, b-tch, i’m leaving blood
on the sidewalk, in the middle of his people, blood, hahahaha
mr. make the dog food walk on water
a n-gga try me, he gon’ die, put that on maquel daughter, ayy, huh

[chorus]
faked them n-ggas out, they thought i went on tour
i ain’t even wanna go, been tryna start a war
i’m in all the parties with it, standin’ on the bars
run up on police with dolla, smacked

[verse 2]
naw, n-gga, f-ck that
we can’t hit your block once, b-tch, we gotta bum back
drums ain’t empty, bullets ain’t even hit your son yet
what? how you think i know your b-tch? that might not be your son, jack
ign’ant, been r-t-rded, this ain’t nothin’ new to n-ggas
i put icing on your ho’s lil’ booty, toaster strudel with it
spot worker, hit you with that bag, what you gon’ do with it?
stupid, i lined your -ss up and got your noodle whipped
it’s up, it’s stuck, give no f-cks, ain’t no p-sses, hmm
that fire melt a p-ssy n-gga like he plastic, ayy
i’ll bust a brick in your baby tub, savage, n-gga
and made a sandwich in your kitchen, i’m a cl-ssic, n-gga
i mean bl-ssic, i’m blood, i’m the red whoop
talkin’ out the side of your neck gon’ get your head whooped
got the wham on the whoopty, on god, i’ll blam
knock a n-gga off that nag with that mag, jackson, samuel, huh

- sada baby lyrics

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