sada baby – bade bunningham lyrics
bade bunningham lyrics
[intro]
i gotta, i gotta handgun next to the
we gotta, we huh, sell a whole thing all down to the+
[chorus]
yeah
i gotta chop, i gotta glock, yeah i gotta handgun next to drake
say we got spots, huh we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake
i said i gotta chop, i gotta glock, i gotta handgun next to the drake
i said we got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake
[verse 1]
i would listen to you bout some work but you ain’t had none
i be in the kitchen whipping work like it’s the bad son
trapping till the bands come, servin till my last gone
quarantine with the gleam, rapping with my mask on
i put a bag on, i put my hands on em
i ain’t even got to (huh), that’s what the bands for
i want a benz truck, bendin a range rover
all black pulling up, at the wop ask bob nem
i’m that n+gga, yeah i’m big dawg, you know i keep squad with me
ain’t fearing that n+gga i got a rifle and god with me
i’m gon take a n+gga with me if he slide he gon die with me
and that’s if i don’t k!ll em n+gga first, talm bout rightously (huh)
i’m just tryna take his life quickly i don’t like n+ggas
on a bad month run thru a light fifty
big pipes for them backends, see that ice with me (huh)
throw my 5 up them other n+ggas know what time it is (duh)
[chorus]
yeah
i gotta chop, i gotta glock, yeah i gotta handgun next to drake
say we got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake
i said i gotta chop, i gotta glock, i gotta handgun next to the drake
i said we got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake
[interlude]
we’ll make a snakin n+gga never wanna slime again
we gon shoot the extras can’t have no n+ggas chimin in
ain’t no n+gga bummin thru this b+tch unless they tappin in
give a f+ck about them fake as world n+ggas rapping in
[verse 2]
all my apes aggressive, we don’t know sh+t bout passiveness
we get the chance to stretch him, know my n+ggas gon pass on nem
we done been thru that b+tch bout 10 times, y’all ain’t on sh+t
baby momma want d+ck i ate that b+tch to get her outta here
you on live can’t afford war ain’t got no choppas there
know i stay on go, n+ggas been on go ain’t no stopping here
big bhop, chop my whole chop, chop a n+gga hair
bust a n+gga right in up in his sh+t i feel like he stared
we ain’t scared to air a n+gga out, on my momma
pop door, tryna air a n+gga out like it’s too late
we on tip i can’t spare a n+gga now, everybody with me want smoke, i shared him with the squaa hahahaha duh
[chorus]
yeah
i gotta chop, i gotta glock, yeah i gotta handgun next to drake
say we got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake
i said i gotta chop, i gotta glock, i gotta handgun next to the drake
i said we got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake
[outro]
my n+gga lee, i think we got another one
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