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slide - sada baby lyrics

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[intro]
hood know, don’t slide
give me one reason
you know i keep it
cop a murder then i beat it
i said don’t turn me up
please don’t turn me up
don’t make me slide up on you
slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide
slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide

[verse]
i ain’t gotta slide on him, i slid
b-tch-ss n-gga know what i did
i mean his game know what i did
how the f-ck i’m gon’ k!ll a n-gga again
i ain’t play the chest for the neck and the chin
headshots really be the best, i’ma win
fake–ss bulletproof vest he a kid
he really bullsh-ttin’ what i’ma do with n-ggas
argue with a n-gga on the net
cause in real life skuba steve shot a baby, beat ’em blue n-gga
matter fact, if i ate a fan
bet my last band that his lame–ss gon try to sue a n-gga
purpin’ -ss n-gga for the ‘gram
man that sh-t simp, be the main reason i be tryna shoot a n-gga
n-ggas prolly never understand till i pull up on these mans
and my hollow tips get to going through a n-gga
i get the brain without a n-gga sl-t
please suck d-ck, guarantee she the nut
ten times out of ten i eat the b-tt
ten more times out of ten she ain’t get a buck
n-gga ever put his hands on me, he outta luck
put the .40 on his -ss, give a f-ck if he duck
matter fact, n-gga knock if you buckin’
if it’s ugly then this stuck but you knew that little n-gga
you stay cappin’ why you do that little n-gga
t-to jackson, you ain’t exclusive little n-gga
school of mike jackson, i move move the n-gga
mm b-tch, i’m high, i mean i’m moonwalkin’
wipe my face with the bandana bool off
big a b-tch squad that what the crew call
whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, that’s a crew call
we’ll put the cannon to his head as a crew cut
all y’all n-ggas got straps, don’t shoot nothin’
all my n-ggas got straps, they’ll move somethin’
i get to slangin’ on n-gga, lean on n-gga
put it on god, i’ll do something
my granny told me pray to god to get this juice up
every time i calm down i get juiced up
cause my old b-tch see me on some new stuff
cuff my new b-tch no i don’t give two f-cks
i get to f-cking this paper up
chop get to f-cking this face up
she say she ain’t never had nay hoe
she done like me so much she’ll play drum
n-gga so scared they’ll play dumb yeah
i got moves like you got served
i up this tool like you got nerve
i leave a n-gga top half sitting on the curb

[outro]
this time i’ll slide on him
this time i’ll slide, slide
baby, oh, it’s time to slide on him

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