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blickelodeon - sada baby lyrics

[intro]
(this beat hard as h*ll, what up, primo?)
(primo beats on the track)
ayy, hmm, uh

[verse]
i just cut a whole brick in half with a razor
i just got a ho n*gga dead off a favor
lil’ bl**dy ‘nem had hit him in his head with a laser
and i made this b*tch f*ck my mans ’cause i paid her
told the opps, “meet me at the bottle shop,” get ’em tables
chopper shot do the chalkboard, it erase him
i say, the yopper shot, baka*boop*bop, hit his top, it go drop
spin his block one more time ’cause we hot
listen, gas, huh, burn a n*gga up
huh, baby shake that ass, she gon’ turn a n*gga up
huh, ar tricky dance move, serve a n*gga up
huh, b*tch, i better not hear you sayin’ skub, i earned big blood
listеn, oh, look, huh, i don’t play with sh*t
get disrespectful aftеr this, i be done smacked you in your sh*t
you talk back behind my back, i be done clapped you in your sh*t
be done tapped him in his head, lil’ n*gga don’t know sh*t
huh, i still fight, p*ssy n*ggas ain’t on sh*t
huh, k!ll a n*gga, now he can’t hate on sh*t
n*gga, i still slide, i ain’t gotta wait on sh*t
huh, it’s drill time, i ain’t got sh*t to say ’bout sh*t, n*gga
i don’t rap beef, if he at me, then it’s f*ck it
i don’t rap beef, if he act weak, we gon’ stomp him
i don’t rap beef, if he half street, then we attack him
’cause if he really street, then we ain’t on the internet about nothin’
ain’t no n*gga from the bity did a thing since i was crushin’
always in the a, down there with my apes, steady clutchin’
huh, ain’t duckin’ no smoke, see a chimney, i run up it
huh, run into a n*gga, then we walk him down, leave him bl**dy
uh, i hate a n*gga ’round me actin’ the toughest
huh, swear he don’t like me, but his head down in public
huh, if i got an issue with a n*gga, i punch him
huh, and them shooters on his ass, red monkey
huh, re*rock
huh, treat a n*gga like a kid, then thump him
huh, leave a n*gga sleepin’ with his mans, now they bunkies
out sad, f*cked up with no money, they junkies
huh, don’t let no n*gga have you thinkin’ this sh*t sweet
huh, f*ck around and be the reason you deceased
huh, k!ll him twice, you can’t even rest in peace
huh, quick as f*ck to press a n*gga like a crease
re*rock
huh, what it ain’t?
huh, this ain’t call of duty, you can’t bome back from the gulag
two straps right there on your top, look like a durag
i’ll ho an old b*tch, think she look good with her new ass
huh, f*ck your bbl
huh, send some naked pictures to my n*ggas locked in jail
soldiers in the field shootin’ at charlie off the bail
pray to god, then send your dogs to h*ll
now listen
huh, huh, from the ‘burbs to the hood with no vest on
yeah, from a mansion to the trap, n*gga stepped on
yeah, i been waking n*ggas up since i was slept on
yeah, stick your nose in my business, get your neck gone
huh, huh, sayin’ it with your chest, get your breath gone
huh, get some rip posts and a headstone
huh, have your people ‘nem sick like, “he dead and gone”
pull up like, “i told you so, knew you was a ho”
just like your daddy, ain’t never been ’bout sh*t
swerve up in static, we love to hop out sh*t
huh, send his bm down the way and make the route switch
huh, hit his tt ‘nem brib and get the couch flipped
huh, headband with them racks and a jogger fit
huh, got a leash in my pocket, i’ll walk a brick
huh, pull up in the h*llcat, i’ll dog some sh*t
huh, have a soft n*gga screamin’ it ain’t called for this
huh, it ain’t nothin’ for that one sh*t, nathaniel
huh, pull up in the phantom and go ghost like i’m daniel
say, that chopper give whoever the most they can handle
ain’t never takin’ no l like i’m randall
re*rock

- sada baby lyrics

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