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ja morant - sada baby lyrics

think i’m ja morant make a n*gga do his best, still lose like he steph curry
i don’t think that n*gga chest work
he gon feel the pressure we gon leave him left hurtin

[chorus]
he just did somethin with who? that n*gga weak as h*ll
tell him hit the trap, need to get some weed to sell huh huh
meet me in la i sent it through the mail huh
bust him in his sh*t, the ops nem lookin too frail
i get a b*tch together like she topside
with the squad, sticked up together when we outside
huh, f*ck a thot in hеr throat, make her mouth cry
huh, head right back to thе jo and move them pound signs

[verse]
we don’t ride in no sprinters, them targets
slide in the rentals, pop out, get to actin r*t*rded
drop a four in the field like i sacked brett favre
(drop a four in the field like i sacked brett favre)
been cold, hol up
huh, how this sh*t gon go
if i see n*ggas i don’t like, you know it’s on the flo
make his sister sn*tch my soul
still gon smoke her baby bro listen
he be with them other n*ggas so he gotta die
huh, hit his og in her sh*t cuz his mama lied
hollow tips a stone cold stunner thats the bottom line
f*ck you talm bout n*gga
55 but its 3:16
ion trust no f*ckin body when i’m of that lean
stomp a mud hole in a rattlesnake he ain’t with my team
crack two beers on the top rope i hear the crowd scream listen
take this sh*t to the 2000s get to jiggin’
huh right back to the 90s crybaby with your missus
huh pull up in the audi with the slam, not no f*ckin switches
hop out with the ar, clip taller than my 6s
got his b*tch standin on my hood while i stand on business
aw she shakin ass on my whip, tellin me to whip it
i don’t do no whippin, i just pop my yerky’s, lets get busy
while i’m on my mission i’ll go berserk in any bity listen
x that n*gga off the list, then get his mans gone
i walked in this b*tch on tip, i give out headstones
i make titi stuff the scrip cuz her legs long
she gon drive the whole f*ckin way because i said so
huh, make another 20 thousand when i whip cook
show a n*gga his whole life lousy, get his b*tch took
all she see is money every time that lil hoe look up
don’t pay attention to him them n*ggas had never took nothin
n*gga actin like we have to celebrate, that’s why every time we fly a n*gga up we had to, listen
n*gga had a lam we have to celebrate, that’s why, hah, fly a n*gga out we in the a
every time we in atlanta slide, gon learn his manners
as long as i feel like we got some ammo we gon gun him down
ct gon bring his bl!ck with him, he gon shoot more than cameras
i’ll step on a brick and give a fiend anything they can handle
pitchin baseb*lls out the trap but i ain’t mickey mantle
know ccs are bad for you but you gon know my standards
only compare me to the best when you check my language
get my name off the streets so them mother f*ckers understand me
that n*gga pants on fire, buddy cap too much
brother been dead ain’t got no get back, he rap too much
hmm actin like that sh*t don’t matter
n*gga touch my brother, we gon serve his k!ller on a platter
any n*gga that k!lled one of mines done felt the same pain
ain’t no n*gga exempt from them lies when it come to gang gang
look that little b*tch in her eyes, that’s his main thang
bent her over, beat on them thighs, she got her frame banged
she was tryna kiss on my neck, right where my chain hang
we ain’t left the neighborhood yet, we like to cain slang
big block of h*ll yeah sittin right on the counter
fell asleep thumbin through them hunnids, need a money counter
[chorus]
he just did somethin with who? that n*gga weak as h*ll
tell him hit the trap, need to get some weed to sell huh huh
meet me in la i sent it through the mail huh
bust him in his sh*t, the ops nem lookin too frail
i get a b*tch together like she topside
with the squad, sticked up together when we outside
huh, f*ck a thot in her throat, make her mouth cry
huh, head right back to the jo and move them pound signs

- sada baby lyrics

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