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mood - sada baby lyrics

[intro]
it’s lando yo b*tch know, don’t let yo b*tch go n*gga!

[verse]
tell them n*ggas shut the f*ck up, fo real (shut the f*ck up!)
b’ done bossed up on the wrong n*gga get k!lled for it
we ain’t the ones, with none of that bullsh*t that y’all been on
none of that bullsh*t that y’all been doin’
anything a street n*gga went through i done been through it
keep stepping on that work, you know we still gym shoe it
f*ck them hoes, ran through em, ran through em
packs gone, ran through em, we ran through em!
this that sh*t that we get into
n*gga, go end up dead or we get into it
we pull them choppers out, we tryna k!ll
we won’t up that b*tch unless it’s real
ain’t no fake smoke
we give out halos
this ain’t halo, b*tch that game ain’t have no dracos
it ain’t no game hoe, we ain’t go play roles
point snap like fabo, k!llas at my say*so
shooters at my leisure, make em have a seizure
big ape like caesar
money in my pocket look like chicken salad caesar
in cali smokin’ ether, you can’t f*ck with me neither
he can’t f*ck with me either
let us catch a n*gga while he lacking we gone drop some
we gone go up top or somethin’
don’t think we not nothin’
i still been block running, that ar still a plot twister
my spot still rocks in em, hit em in the head if he not listenin’
you ain’t good everywhere you say, b*tch we be down the way
we be out the way, shoot a n*gga if he in the way
that ea top side, i’m in the game
i made me a name, i trap me a chain
gettin’ high i spent a prezzy plain
that’s in the last two months, on god that sh*t ain’t insane
i have squad pull up right now, how you tryna play em
we a pull a pistol out in public, won’t hesitate to spray it
it’s premeditated especially if hoe n*ggas in here hatin’
ain’t n0body rap beefing with dog
b*tch i’m trap beefing with the law
million dollar meetings with bosses
want my bag b*tch at all costs
it’s my time to win, i took losses
n*ggas i had love for cross me
still act like love for when i off em, b*tch i’m cuttin’ up
make a hundred, stack a hundred, yeah, put it up!
make another hundred real quick, f*ck it up!
b*tch i made a whole hundred this year in the month of love
only 28 days in february i know i can run it up!
b*tch them facts, i got racks
whole outfit from saks, just to hit the road and rap
dior this, dior that
f*ck his b*tch, little hoe a rat
opp n*gga son wanna be gang, grow yo sh*t out n*gga
gon’ get dreads soon as you grown, i’mma blow yo sh*t out n*gga
i’m him not them, i’mma get m’s, we gon’ sh*t on n*ggas
so much cheese i’ll put about 50 bricks on n*ggas!

- sada baby lyrics

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