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smoking aces - sada baby lyrics

[verse: sada baby & ashley sorrell]
my mama stayed truckin, my daddy sold drugs
how the f*ck you thought i wasn’t end up becoming a thug?
it is what it was
[?] don’t give a f*ck
[?] hit you up, that’s why them n*ggas be with us
grannie told a n*gga go to church, still ain’t never went
auntie always giving a n*gga work, and i be selling it
unkie get his pills on the first, let him tell the sh*t
he probably already got ’em off for the 17th
f*ck it, i been letting sh*t slide since i was 17
not no more, [?] squad is not no hoes
watch your hoes, c*ck a gun, rock your soul
diamonds froze, don’t know how, ain’t got no coat
get me wrong, if he swing, [?] this pistol give him [?]
51’s just smoking crack
you think i ain’t got [?]
scooba don’t know how to act
hit his mama from the back
green tip, heart attack
sniper shot, parking lot
cheese dip, party pack
piper like i’m roddy roud, perkies here, about [?]
[?] scooba steve [?]
f*ck a b*tch and [?]
i get bundles of that byu, baby powder from [?]
f*ck a opp
cousin was [?] since mama [?]
my other cousin jealous his older brother is crazier
[?] n*ggas think that they can play with me
never been no b*tch or no ho, and imma keep saying it
stick on my body, it’s attached like an extra limb
bullits hit that n*gga, he gon wish he had an extra him
n*ggas in they feelings bout some sh*t they ain’t help create
suckers [?] tryna f*ck me over, i can’t help but relate
n*gga tried to play me like i’m young, like lil scooba ain’t with it
put a n*gga in the oven, do that boy like baked chicken
chopper dress his kids up, turn his house to thanksgiving
he ain’t jumping like he used to, now he shooting blake griffin
i ain’t [?] with the same b*tch, don’t use the same [?]
nowhere in this lifetime, the people build a case against me
dangerously in control, narcotics and take them b*tches ancsously
taking care of my issues, who wanna spray them b*tches?
i ain’t into he say she say, lean [?] got me mixing like a dj
beans and oxies got me wanting to see the replay
20 bands, two yello b*tches and some cheese cake
russian creams and [?]
bentley trucks, speed up
rushing to the meetup
i be surprised if any of you n*ggas wanna speak up
n*ggas chasing dreams, since they locked my n*gga meek up
if you chasing me, you either gon die or get beat up
got a 50 round in the 50 round, f*ck [?] i don’t need nothing
icy n*gga like a sinna bun, he want smoke, we gon sell him some
we gon get the biggest guns
[?]
whip ’em out, get it done
i forgot to tell you n*ggas to h*ll with n*ggas
on my mama, i can’t stand the smell of n*ggas
snitching n*ggas, telling n*ggas
ain’t you n*ggas broke as f*ck?
yeah you need some hoes to f*ck
i ain’t even gon hold you up
all my chains [?] as f*ck
so if i get some blood on them, i won’t even notice nothing
keep target focus on him, squad got them pockers on them
all black, big straps
looking like them folks was on them
every n*gga that he hang with end up folding on him
what that tell you? n*ggas hoes
i was already knowing
imma tell you [?] cause i was already on it
i don’t trust a soul, keep my eyes and pole on my opponent
put him in a song, once he gone, let him know it’s over
ammo on my shoulder, give me closer
pistol still smoking

- sada baby lyrics

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