chris king & buddah bands – saddity lyrics
[chorus: d savage]
beat up the pot when i mix it (ayy)
flossin’ like i’m at the dentist (ayy)
talkin’ ’bout money, i get it (ayy)
i gotta new drop, and no, it ain’t rented (ayy)
ar with the scope, i shoot out your fitted
you smokin’ on dope, think you f-ckin’ with me (ayy)
them bullets, they hollows, they run through his kidney (grra)
i’m stuck in the trap servin’ bobby and whitney (ayy)
oh, she got a glock that came with a t-tty
i f-ck on that b-tch ’cause she bad, saditty
i hop in that coupe, do the dash, no limit
i’m stuck in that trap ’til my stash a million
[verse 1: d savage]
f-ckin’ with chris and he know that i’m trippin’
f-ckin’ with buddah, i’m catchin’ you slippin’
f-ckin’ with sunny, completin’ that mission
i got a thick b-tch doin’ my dishes
rollie on my right wrist, n-gga, that’s vicious
she suckin’ that d-ck and she said it’s delicious
i’m turnin’ my wrist when i’m up in the kitchen
catch you in that b-tch and i call ’em a flipper
[verse 2: buddah bands]
yeah, yeah, we ain’t f-ckin’ around with no snitches
buddah ain’t f-ckin’ ’round with broke b-tches
straight from the gutter, i came out the trenches
keep me a glock ’cause you know it get wicked
keep me a glock and you know it’s extended
flockin’ like birds and i’m servin’ them pigeons
i’m skippin’ bail and i’m k!llin’ the witness
robbin’ your packs and booted a villain
i’m stackin’ these stacks up straight to the ceilin’
[chorus: d savage]
beat up the pot when i mix it (ayy)
flossin’ like i’m at the dentist (ayy)
talkin’ ’bout money, i get it (ayy)
i gotta new drop, and no, it ain’t rented (ayy)
ar with the scope, i shoot out your fitted
you smokin’ on dope, think you f-ckin’ with me (ayy)
them bullets, they hollows, they run through his kidney (grra)
i’m stuck in the trap servin’ bobby and whitney (ayy)
oh, she got a glock that came with a t-tty
i f-ck on that b-tch ’cause she bad, saditty
i hop in that coupe, do the dash, no limit
i’m stuck in that trap ’til my stash a million
[verse 3: chris king]
salute a n-gga when you p-ss lieutenant
spin the foreign, do the dash, i’m busy (bye)
my addiction gettin’ bad, expensive (bad)
you sweet as smoothies when i grab the blender
always rockin’ that “ooh, where did you find that?”
i’m drippin’ codeine and the pineapp’
but do she love me or my diamonds? (she lie)
percocet got me geeked, what’s the science? (geeked)
smoke a oppie and tell him i did it (tell ’em)
paranoia, gotta stay on my pivot (i do)
like mayweather jewelry, i’m picky (i am)
want a snotty pendant with the boogers, she dig it, yeah
[chorus: d savage]
beat up the pot when i mix it (ayy)
flossin’ like i’m at the dentist (ayy)
talkin’ ’bout money, i get it (ayy)
i gotta new drop, and no, it ain’t rented (ayy)
ar with the scope, i shoot out your fitted
you smokin’ on dope, think you f-ckin’ with me (ayy)
them bullets, they hollows, they run through his kidney (grra)
i’m stuck in the trap servin’ bobby and whitney (ayy)
oh, she got a glock that came with a t-tty
i f-ck on that b-tch ’cause she bad, saditty
i hop in that coupe, do the dash, no limit
i’m stuck in that trap ’til my stash a million
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