sada baby - honest lyrics
[intro]
(ooh, rj)
rj always trippin’, man
rj always trippin’, man
ayy, ayy, ayy
i don’t like n-gg-s and that’s the, uh
[chorus]
i don’t like n-gg-s and that’s the honest to god truth (hmm)
i’m gon’ k!ll n-gg-s and that’s a promise, i wanna shoot (huh)
slap the beam on the 45, ar make ’em take a nosedive
big ol’ 40, we don’t got no 9’s
chopper chop off a n-gg- whole side
[verse]
p-ssy, we get to movin’ sh-t like rvin’
i f-ck your b-tch and change my clothes like i’m clark kent
and ayy, i’m that n-gg- that like to start sh-t
walk out that bar, no headlights, get this car lit (ayy)
i’m a workin’ -ss n-gg- with no time for games
you’s a perpin’ -ss n-gg-, you all kinds of lame
baby twerkin’ with them perkys in her prada thang
up this fn, you not my friend, don’t say not a thing
kiss your b-tch on her neck, make her coochie rang
i put cream on her face, now she gucci mane
tooda man, that’s my twin ’cause we shoot the same
want so much more, ’bout to tell hush make me a hookah chain
i whoop a b-tch with the belt like i’m pootie tang
sada ting at the trap, gotta move the yay
and i hold the chopstick like a ukulele
in the yukon, u-turn, bust your brain
why i make you need a towel? ’cause we party wild
and your daughter love a n-gg- more than barbie dolls
and your son love a n-gg- more than action figures
but he ’bout to lose a father figure when i whack them n-gg-s
and i just bought 12 percs off tire man
and i got more work than allen iverson
got more money than your grandaddy retire with
and i’m in every b-tch crib like a fire stick
i’m in every b-tch crib like some ugg boots
i be in every b-tch face like, “i love you”
lyin’ straight to them b-tches is what thugs do
up my 5 on them b-tches is what bloods do
i be in every n-gg- face like, “f-ck you”
a freaky man, hit your b-tch with that ooh-wee-ooh
that sk!llet, man, hit that man with that rug-a-roo
lay the smack down on you n-gg-s or i roody-poo, b-tch
[chorus]
i don’t like n-gg-s and that’s the honest to god truth (hmm)
i’m gon’ k!ll n-gg-s and that’s a promise, i wanna shoot (huh)
slap the beam on the 45, ar make ’em take a nosedive
big ol’ 40, we don’t got no 9’s
chopper chop off a n-gg- whole side
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