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kooler final form - sada baby lyrics

[intro]
hold on, let me
photo op was drivin’ fo’ sho’, let me load
foley cop, shoulder pop, you know yo’ homie opp
you know yo’ homie other side, we don’t f*ck wit’ dawg
you and yo’ homies ’bout to die ’cause you f*ck wit’ dawg

(june, you’re a g*nius)

[refrain]
mmm, shoot this b*tch up
i’ll catch a attitude n’ shoot this b*tch up
catch a attitude and shoot this b*tch up
you know vito big ‘cuz, you know he know big blood
catch a attitude and shoot this b*tch up
you know vito big ‘cuz, you know he know big blood

[verse 1]
aye, got that line from my people like i’m servin’ ‘caine
i just re*rocked that b*tch, still won’t snort a thang
i just gave it to a white b*tch, enjoy yo’ day
i just feed it to a white b*tch, a1 yay
put a package on big skub, it take one day
blood get it brackin’, know i’m bool, i make my plays
prepare the food, i’m in the kitchen, say yo’ grace
grab yo plate, if you a fiend you savor the taste, dub
you don’t know a d*mn thang ’bout the whip cook
you can’t even show the skuba how a script look
workin’ so much, girl i get rules out the pimp book
b*tches on the corner say i look how a pimp look
hoes in the ‘hood say i look like a superhero
f*ck a b*tch, catch my nut, now that’s a souvenir
bust a n*gga in his eye, now he ?
if i drop a bomb on a n*gga, that b*tch nuclear
get the fine on a n*gga if he new here
we can’t let no donnie brasco through here
my n*ggas snitchin’, life in prison, only two fears
real n*ggas and hoe n*ggas, only two tiers
got two tears tatted on his face, but
he start cryin’ when d money up that drake
b*tch, i been chewin’, get to f*ckin up the pap’
put that bag on yo’ head, get to f*ckin’ up yo’ everything
put that bag on yo’ head, n*ggas finished
bro, we got that bad motherf*cker wit’ the titties
i’ll put some money on yo’ people doin’ a sentence
catch a n*gga baby mama leavin’ out them visits
smoke a mad dog, cookies cup, rock hard grimace
ar knock any n*gga off the premise
got this chop from re, get to shootin’ at me nemesis
resident evil in this b*tch, i go zombie maw
air this b*tch out, i don’t like what kind of time he on
spread this b*tch out, better find out what side he on
headshot to the neck shot, get this body gone
chest shot to the stomach shot, get this body gone
hollow to his earlobe while he on the phone
4*5 to the n*gga nostril, a snotty nose
you think it’s a joke, bust a n*gga in his funny bone
what he say, nah, n*gga what the f*ck he on
naw, what the f*ck he mean?
i’ll cut a n*gga throat, see how much he bleed
love my trap, don’t get nothin’, can’t touch these p’s
let’s shoot, pay me first, you can suck on these
pause
tell yo’ b*tch she can suck on these
b*tch, get on them knees
deal wit’ you when i’m done
hm, yeah, i’ll k!ll you when i’m done
yeah, shoot a n*gga for fun
used to have to do it for funds
real sh*t, this about to be my fifth summer
in my bidi, on tip, with that sh*t on us
we ain’t beefin’ wit’ no snitch, shoot the big homies
we ain’t sparin’ sh*t, shoot the b*tch on ’em
we done pulled a dirt 10 with that b*tch on me
hm, thinkin’ ’bout them n*ggas who snitched on me
hm, f*ckin’ mind my business, get rich on ’em
make ’em think every time they see you, you got a brick on you
[refrain]
catch a attitude, shoot this b*tch up
hm, hm, shoot this b*tch up
hm, catch a attitude and shoot this b*tch up
you know vito big ‘cuz, you know he know big blood
catch a attitude and shoot this b*tch up
you know vito big ‘cuz, you know he know big blood
catch a attitude and shoot this b*tch up
you know vito big ‘cuz, you know he know big blood
(june, you’re a g*nius)

- sada baby lyrics

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