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sada baby - lame lyrics

b-tch move something
make her put them
b-tch move something

aye

brake a brick down serve something
throw the ruccis on yo whip and then swerve something
bust that n-gga in his ear because he heard something
dont give that b-tch you with a dime until she earn something
make her put them pills on the road b-tch move something
show them boys you ain’t no hoe gone on and shoot something
f-ck that dissing on them songs n-gga do something huh
i’m on the block with bout 200
i got new money
chum got shoot money
em got old money
wildman got bro money
i f-cked yo b-tch and sn-tched her soul now i got yo money
and yo hoe money
now you got no money

dont want that pop unless i put some drop up in it
bet top dolla that my pops will f-ck your pops up n-gga
??? daddy gone so we gone share my pops my n-gga
and if you f-ck around with lil bro we tear your block up n-gga
chopper and a glock the size of andy milanokas n-gga
i sip lots of wakie and my pockets got that gwuap up in them
i dont f-ck with thots most of them blocked after my c-ck up in them
it’s some birds and snakes up on your squad how is you rockin with them
lame -ss n-gga
what you claim -ss n-gga
i’m a set em off cappernella gang member drop a fella
f-ck a n-gga momma then
make her cook me hot spaghetti
my big brother richer than you n-gga eating dry spaghetti
my lil n-gga not your big homie yall tryna cop a prezzi
ain’t worry about keeping it copacetic we hold choppers steady
walk around with them no sissy dubs tryna no get arrested
can’t not be ready we got scopes on them b-tches with the legs
lil blood watching for the feds
ya baby momma play in my dreads
i f-cked her on yo bed she dont even give you head
light skin n-gga you red
front your move you dead
right on a n-gga like lead
loose leaf paper get shred
all these cans make a keg
make sure my n-ggas get fed
yeeeeeeaaaaa
green bean of the infrared
triple beam of the fish scale
foriegn whip i’m a fish tail
my unc telling me brick tales

brake a brick down serve something
throw the ruccis on the whip and then swerve something
bust that n-gga in his ear because cuz he heard something
dont give that b-tch you with a dime until she earn something
make her put them pills on the road, b-tch move something
show them boys you ain’t a hoe gone on and shoot something
f-ck that dissing on them songs n-gga do something huh
i’m on the block with bout 200
i got new money
chum got shoot money
em got old money
wildman got bro money
i f-cked yo b-tch and sn-tched her soul now i got yo money
and yo hoe money
now you got no money

- sada baby lyrics

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