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in real life - sada baby lyrics

[intro]
whoop
(sangre grande, sangre grande)
huh
huh, huh, huh, i get tired
tired, huh
hmm, tired
uh (i got tracks on this)

[chorus]
huh, soon as i get tired of a n*gga, huh
i don’t need no help, i’m gon’ slide on that n*gga, huh, huh
let me get him myself, huh
i got old choppers sittin’ on the shelf, huh
waitin’ on they turn to make a p*ssy n*gga melt, huh
heavyweight champ in my hood, got the belt
i’m a 55 n*gga, 5l, f*ck 12, i do

[verse]
what i does
everything ’bout my motherf*ckin’ bloods
yeah, huh, it’s ’bout us
and not a nan’, not a thing get put above
smoke a n*gga boots, left his socks in the chimney
keep the glock aimed at a opp top in the bity
i’m the top opp, tell them lamе n*ggas bome get me
you know whop bе done left your brains on your lil’ sister
n*gga, yeah, bando a big*ass home
we both learned how to speak spanish, we in that mode
el chapo too, a midget mac with no backbone
knock a letter off that n*gga name on his headstone
uh, p*ss on your big homie grave
p*ss off the rest of your homies ’round this b*tch not doin’ a thing
huh, paid for my ice, n*gga never took a thing
and dealt with some snakes, should’ve never been in they lane
ain’t gotta speak on the aftermath
’cause every n*gga involved with it felt pain right after that
ye gon’ flip the house in two days, he an acrobat
n*gga caught a smitty in la, he ain’t ask for that
banned another n*gga from my city, he ain’t been here since
i be in the state countin’ cake, stay booked up there
tried to clout chase ’bout a play, don’t make no sense
the main reason your boss ain’t f*ckin’ with you, actin’ like he don’t care
for the last time, f*ck a d*mn slime
i’m cap, say it every time it cross my—
i’m cap, i’ma say it every time it cross my mind
know it’s that, i ain’t humble if you cross my line
mari told me let you b*tches know i stand on business, huh
n*gga tried to tag me out, i shot him in his pivot, huh
caught a war wound, that’s why i been coverin’ my finger
lame n*gga lost a leg, he can’t even linger, huh
if he just stayed a lil’ bit longer, i’d be undefeated, huh
in my opinion, it’s a draw, i gave him what he needed
he ain’t get what he want, but we had both walked away bleeding
i mean he walked away limping, i hopped in the e*lade with my people, huh
sick house in the ‘burbs, ain’t show—
sick house in the ‘burbs, ain’t had to show my neighbors i’ll get even
that sh*t that happened in the a was two years ago, better not believe ’em
got to know your baby still was out cold, i’m anemic, huh
nan’ n*gga off earth ever treated me like a l!ck, son
nan’ n*gga off earth ever treated me like he was a demon
huh, nah, n*gga, uh
shoe was on the other foot, if i upped the gun, i’d’ve squeezed it
huh, the fn that i had, that was they sh*t, huh
never had no cc*dub that i could take with me
at the same time, still reach when they play with me
did what the f*ck i had to do so i could stay livin’
ain’t no n*gga pull no bl!ck on me when i went next door
it was already out, i asked him, “what’s that for?” huh
not a godd*mn thing, for sure, huh
dumped the mag, drop another four for sure, huh
like let me tell the truth while i’m up in this booth
another n*gga paid a n*gga, didn’t have sh*t to do with skub
me and wuan was in miami by our d*mn self
your ass wasn’t into this, i had to give them boys h*ll
but i ain’t cry for no pity, i just got busy
my family know just how the f*ck i’m rockin’, ain’t no b*tch in me
never got stripped, you can ask the b*tch that was with me
stood on my ten, you can ask my n*gga carlos miller, huh
and free that goofy boy out them cells
send his ass to heaven right after i give him h*ll
huh, been got equal, over*even, put it on maquell
rest in peace to frozonee and welcome home lil dell
rest in peace to o block, lil block, and bt
rip to lil jaylen, marciano, and whites, bip
iced up with the pipes at the studio, vip
lil blood go where i go, he don’t need id, huh
huh, we don’t— listen
we don’t, huh, party with the public, no way
let a n*gga ho me in person, no way
go home, roger, go away (go home, roger)
just lame*ass, lyin’*ass, cappin’*ass, rappin’*ass n*ggas
ain’t n0body ever performed no diss song while i was in the building
when i pulled up, them n*ggas was not in the building
i came a hundred deep, skuba is not a civillian
i was testin’ my might, tryna see how they was feeling
f*ck i need a dressing room for if i’m at the brib?
playin’ with my name at the crib, he not tryna live
uh, i knew that and he know that
huh, ain’t even got room for no jokes, huh
so tell me where the f*ck some disrespect gon’ go at
do the exact same thing if i had the chance to go back
huh, but i know it ain’t no time traveling machine
i’m too old for that, huh, i’m too grown for that, huh
i’m just sayin’, i be right here where the poles at
pop an opp, pop a perc’, nah, not no prozac, duh
[chorus]
soon as i get tired of a n*gga, huh
i don’t need no help, i’m gon’ slide on that n*gga, huh, huh
let me get him myself, huh
i got old choppers sittin’ on the shelf, huh
waitin’ on they turn to make a p*ssy n*gga melt, huh
heavyweight champ in my hood, got the belt
i’m a 55 n*gga, 5l, f*ck 12, i do

- sada baby lyrics

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