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sada baby – fuck slime 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+tchass 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
aim for the chest for the neck and the chin
headshots really be the best, i’ma win
fake+ass 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 sada baby, beat ’em blue n+gga
matter fact, if i ate a fan
bet my last band that his lame+ass gon try to sue a n+gga
purpin’ ass n+gga for the ‘gram
man that sh+t sad, 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 from an opp n+gga sl+t
she suck d+ck, guarantee she eat the nut
ten times out of ten i ain’t 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 ass, give a f+ck if he duck
matter fact, n+gga knuck if you buckin’
if it’s up then it’s tough but you knew that little n+gga
you stay cappin’ why you do that little n+gga
tito jackson, you ain’t exclusive little n+gga
skuba mike jackson, i moonboot a n+gga
mm b+tch, i’m high, i mean i’m moonwalk
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 cutter to his head that’s 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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