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black harlow - sada baby lyrics

me and your b*tch gon’ have s*x if she look me in my eyes
me and your ho just met already on valentine
you and your n*ggas get left, me and mines get right
hit a n*gga in his neck with this nasty ass nine
pop a perc throw up my set hang that yopper out the ride
i can’t give a fan no hug if they don’t understand my 5
they don’t understand my side, they don’t understand my pride
me and my n*ggas out for blood, you and your n*ggas ’bout to die
i can’t show a n*gga love, he ain’t ready for the slide
said i can’t show a n*gga love if he ain’t ready for the slide
he ain’t turnt up like me, he ain’t on tip like i
get a burnt up white t, get to f*cking with my squad
i had an attitude problem, yeah, stay angry
get your b*tch booty naked, go bang bang
keep a stick on my person, ain’t for play play
keep a brick or two, we workin’, got that yay*yay
i might fly your bm out with her lyin’ ass
f*ck around stuff a script in her fine ass
ar got an army issue clip, where you find that?
ain’t get that sh*t from action impact, that’s from 5 and ’em
few of my n*ggas got them ccws, why we ridin’ with em
few of my n*ggas don’t, but on god still on sight with ’em
we’ll shoot you up, if you want it, or fight with you
lately i ain’t had no time for it, got them pipes on us
back this b*tch up, light this b*tch up
this ain’t no stick up, but them sticks up
he start with the boohoo face, he got his b*tch f*cked
got her picked up, she ate the d*ck up
y’all don’t spin no blocks, spend no money, y’all ain’t spend nothin’
she get d*ck, we get on y’all ass and we get money
always tryna flip something, a n*gga or his pickup
the ho gon’ give me head, she half dead and got the hiccups
i ain’t got no problem with you, but i still up a chopper on you
you gotta play by sada n ’em rules, i smash a n*gga with a bottle or two
sticks follow up get to sightin’ on dude, then wrist follow up get to firin’ on dude
then i’mma take a hoodrat right to the room, can’t no lame n*gga f*ck up my mood
keep the party going
like it’s mardi gras
got the flamethrower
let it body dog
i was mindin’ my motherf*cking business i wasn’t even tryna rob you all
i ain’t scared of you
n*gga not at all
i ain’t sparin’ you
gang tied it off
put a fare on you
we gon’ round it off to the nearest thousand then knock you off
b*tch, you can’t, we drop you, uh
still shoot your mans he not involved
our 8*b*lls look like [?]
to my fam gettin’ off, ain’t none of ’em got no [?]
but i could never rip ’em off
them motherf*ckers got my people rich off dog
pop a perc throw up my set hang that yopper out the ride
i can’t give a fan no hug if they don’t understand my 5
they don’t understand my side, they don’t understand my pride
me and my n*ggas out for blood, you and your n*ggas ’bout to die
i can’t show a n*gga love, he ain’t ready for the slide
said i can’t show a n*gga love if he ain’t ready for the slide
he ain’t turnt up like me, he ain’t on tip like i
get a burnt up white t, get to f*cking with my squad

- sada baby lyrics

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