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katch if you kan - sada baby lyrics

[chorus]
i guess i’m a hoe n*gga kuz i ain’t f*ckin with em
ain’t really gon’ have no friends when i’m up a million
ain’t gon’ have no friends at all up a couple million
i don’t give a f*ck never been friendly
i got pinot in the cut but he ain’t paying’ attention
unless a n*gga tryna smoke then he up the glizzy
i got b*tch in the building but they are not with me
they just paid a couple hundred to see me get busy
hoes in the front row, shooters in the back
dt on the road know we coming back
pecs in the stash box, lean in the cabinet
little baby can’t ride she and really savage

[verse]
real rich hood n*gga couple t**th missin’
i’m 3 rps in and my t**th jittin’
i get top side in and i’m remixin’
you but step on work straight from me n*gga
i say, i pop percocet 10’s then i drill a b*tch
you pop percocet 10’s make a thriller vid
i say, i sip lean cuz my body loves the feel of it
you sip k*roll lean and you still love it
lil hit drank sippin’ no money gettin ass n*gga
i’m a big bank sho’ money gettin ass n*gga
i beat you ass make you b*tch beat you b*tch ass
nah imma get this cash goyard thats the big bag n*gga
dz brand new ar ain’t got not kick back n*gga
drako take you on a ride like it’s six flags n*gga
where yo b*tch? nah you can’t get yo b*tch back n*gga
nah you big mad matter*a*fact, you sick mad n*gga
and she ate the d*ck for free, i ain’t not trick ass n*gga
got you in yo feeling, i’m a throw you in a trick bag n*gga
every pistol on my n*gga is the big kind, quick kind
make em stand up n*gga sit down
b*tch we all play with sticks like it’s the e*league
all you n*ggas shoot but barley hit you in the d*league
my foreign b*tch call me skuba stevbe
got a real life joseline the hoe in 3d
nah i’m just talking sh*t
but you can’t leave the b*tch around me be done bought the b*tch
i can’t leave the hoe ‘round joc he be done off the b*tch
i knew you seen her on the block, i say you saw the b*tch
you bet not walk up on this porch
we’ll knock you off of it
p*ssy know we droppin sh*t
you know how we rockin b*tch
long live yg fat*baby
know we rockin sh*t
shoot like luka doncic b*tch
bout to do a lot of sh*t
f*ck a n*gga baby mama till she don’t know how to sit, till she don’t know how to move
i can’t take her best friend convertible ain’t got no room
i been actin dumb as h*ll since i came up out the womb
middle finger to the doctor told him i’m a f*cking fool
told him i’m a f*ckin goon
mr. make the motherf*ckin choppa boom
mr. f*ck yo auntie till she cook a lot of food
mr. shoot the house up till they gotta move dawg
then double back and spray a n*gga u*haul
he a b*tch but he ain’t guess that’s that n*gga ru*paul
i ain’t going back and forth skuba duval
we got sticks and 8 b*lls at the pool hall
trap keep a strap on him he’ll knock yo shoes off
now n*gga let me cool off big blood
b*tch let me bool off
choppa got the boolin on him knocked his boffy smooth off
too tall big 40 on me make him too small
hoorah gang celebrating kuz we knew y’all
n*ggas over there was too soft knock his roof off
raise the roof, get the juice off, we can shoot y’all
or scr*ppin big boot y’all big ru*dolph
red dot with the boyard
lil boot l!cka
we’ll stomp n*ggas
reppin ? we’ll jump n*ggas
i’m columbus short with this pump
make him crump with it
lil’. jon with this headband i get krunk with it
big ugk with it
leave ten n*gga slumped with it
i’m sick with it and the bay go dumb with it
throw the ones with me nah n*gga
bringing guns with me
can’t trust n*ggas first thought be to bust n*ggas (huh)

- sada baby lyrics

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