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horse play 2 - sada baby lyrics

[intro]
(my n*gga lee, i think we got another one)

[verse]
hmm
n*ggas cappin’ on the internet for clout
will i respond to a n*gga? i don’t know, i highly doubt it, huh
ain’t never seen that n*gga face, especially not in person
can’t send that boy no death threats, we take sh*t personal
he gon’ end up murdered, he gon’ end up dead
every time i get a new [?], put it on [?]
hope you see that red bandana with the mophead
that’s skubaru slidin’ with the bopstick
i spin the block to make sure we drop sh*t, huh
we spin the block to make sure we drop sh*t, huh
we love to shoot a new n*gga on opp sh*t
i don’t wanna talk to your social media, that’s cop sh*t
aye, if you on they side, you can stay there
you a d*cksucker, we don’t play that, huh
you can be your people, i don’t need no help
i got apes round me, we a peel your scalp
yeah, ridin’ with your brothers, what you supposed to do, huh
catch you slidin’ with them n*ggas, then i’m smokin’ you
i can’t f*ck with your kind, boy it’s hoe in you, huh
you believe in n*ggas lyin’, where your morals at?
press that b*tton one time, we got more than that
pull up in a car full of cans, good 40 pack
something happened to you, don’t know why? yeah, i ordered that
broke ass n*gga, you another n*gga chain rocker
and you tryna get your name off
another mothaf*cka who ain’t got sh*t to gain off you
got this sh*t on my own, huh
ran through hundred thousand, you in public housing
choppa roundhouse kick him, holla ronda rousey
you ain’t, gettin’ no chicken, hustle kinda lousy
your sh*t extra weak, we press ’em where they don’t allow it
smoke your b*tch allowence
b*tch it’s bartier bounty
put that money on your head, my dogs gon’ hound you
you a p*ssy ass n*gga, get shot if you pounce
tryna tell your brother ‘nem it’s some opps in the house
we got chops in the couch
i mean, we got bops in the bouch
huh, ooh
wreck them b*tches, we out
put your people in the wood, good hoe n*gga stout
when you gettin’ money, it bring the hoes and the hoe n*ggas on
beat a n*gga in front his house, don’t even know what that’s about
n*ggas be in they feelings
another reason to k!ll ’em
you a b*tch i can feel it
you a b*tch i can sense it
you said you a simp, you just ask for attention
don’t get the wrong attention, that you ain’t lookin’ for
catch your bm by herself and i’ma cook that hoe
better watch where you travel, be them book that show
better watch what you say
ain’t no tellin’ what i took that for
k!llin’ you and k!llin’ him, y’all together right?
n*ggas better get some nuts, put up a better fight
catch a n*gga lackin’, we gon’ end a life
b*tch it’s get back gang till i feel better
real big skoob, real st. louis
street sweeper on my lap, say i won’t do it
catch you where you ain’t supposed to be, say i won’t shoot you
catch you where you is supposed to be, ain’t sh*t neutral
buss you, and them n*ggas that i know, ain’t sh*t mutual
choppa make ’em say “d*mn, this b*tch crucial”
that bando got that b*tch, them n*ggas duski
probably never seen them n*ggas, they be put up
we be outside like right now, we gon’ pull up, hmm
get you shook up, hmm
12 hop behind us, n*gga tear the hook up
v12 in this b*tch, they can’t book us
i’m the pressure round this b*tch, tell ’em “look up!”, hmm
tell ’em “look out!”, hmm
i’ll have my people in this b*tch like it’s a cookout
treat him like a date, get him took out
treat him like leftovers, get him took out
hmm, b*tch
get him took out, take out

- sada baby lyrics

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