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sada baby - press option lyrics

[intro]
(my n+gga lee, i think we got another one)

[chorus]
i ain’t tryna speak, no, naw
squad, huh, i’d never bleak on y’all
lil’ blood, big blood keep a street on call
he survived every week, went weeks with no body, huh
depending on me to get it rockin’
i ain’t asked no n+gga for an option, huh
gave every b+tch they option, you can leave, you can stay, huh

[verse]
skuba steve here to stay
ayy, one thing ’bout me, from the east
rose piece, keep a piece for the e, huh, huh
rose piece, keep a piece for the beef, huh, huh
n+gga on the other side defeated
that’s just how i need it
rap ’bout strap, i keep it, n+gga
55, f+ck slime, no secret, n+gga
got work like pablo, n+gga, huh, esco the bardi
tell your b+tch like let’s go to party
just the link with you get you pressed at the party
n+gga, ice in my cartis look like ice in bacardi, ooh, yeah, let’s get it started
hmm, give ’em 7, kyle lowry, huh, huh, keep b+tches, mike lowry
give a n+gga, uh— ayy
give a n+gga, huh, red top like lawry’s
give that n+gga a red nose, he a clown
get you dropped if i said so on my town
f+ck a rich b+tch in a motel out of town
how that sound? she down, she know i don’t be around
she ain’t about to miss this for the world
f+ck her face for ten minutes ’til the b+tch hurl
she got a gag reflex, that’s a nasty mess
cj, i ain’t tied ‘fore my bands get checked
dj, i done ran on the last three sets
see me and the gang, paid a bag, respect
took the bag to the church ’cause i had to repent
up the mag ’cause it work on—
up the mag ’cause it work, i’ma score on defense
four shows, got pole, all four events
i just bought a couple more, hit the road, we bomin’
h town an opp n+gga with the ho he f+ckin’
we got pistols and all of the functions
we is rowdy, rambunctious
you can’t play with nan n+gga that i hang around
i rep the gang that i’m with and i say it loud
huh, yeah, make me proud, i’d strip your baby mama
blow your brains out then ask you what you think about it
n+gga, it’s the press, who you pressin’?
nah, we be pressin’, huh, i can never get pressed in
nah, i can’t get prested, this sh+t impressive, i up strap on detectives
we known for actin’ too reckless, huh
i ain’t never mentioned my blessings, huh
i ain’t gotta reach for no weapon
i’m delly with the strap in my presence, ayy
i ain’t ordinary, john—
i ain’t ordinary, john legend
nah, n+gga, i ain’t one of y’all
really sold raw, huh, make a n+gga flaw
i’m the truth, no paul, whole crew gon’ ball
diamond links everywhere, it’s some jewelry my dogs
n+gga leap, shoot his legs off
big apes, i ain’t worried ’bout no frogs
ahh, i’d k!ll a n+gga in the mall, talkin’ ’bout baggin’ my hands and all, huh
i’m all about my squad, i slide, huh, n+gga say i ain’t ’bout mines, he lied
drop fours, keep ’em upside down, high five
big hot cheeto, not big hot fries
huh, real red zone, any n+gga drop five might die on 5 if he bump into stubo
so floor, whole gang know how it’s gon’ go
daily ice the hood out, got his cold on froze
chop iced the hood out, got his [?] on froze
double nickel on the way, just let a ho long
n+gga, don’t play— huh, n+gga don’t wanna play with— huh, nan one of them numbers
i’ll bounce back off an l then crushed
do a n+gga head, can’t—
choose head like a candy, blood gon’ crush ’em
shoot ’til he can’t see sh+t, i flushed him
5 ‘nem depending on me, i clutched it
i would, baby, like i just lost custody
yeah, with the baby so much, they don’t call cps
ride around with the stick, no cpl
be on tv, somethin’ like cbs
gone without a word, you’d never see me yell
i be off drugs, you’d never see me stress
huh, poke the lil’ n+gga, he a chopper, he frail
[?] in his forehead, four+five to his chest
up strap on the witnesses, y’all can’t tell
ain’t a street n+gga, need a job at a desk
look him in his eyes, yeah, i can tell
thought it was this but this ain’t that, huh
i’m real right, do you wrong as h+ll
black mike just got out of jail
teacher [?] ’bout to press
he taught skub how to fight the best
(my n+gga lee, i think we got another one)
got the lil’ strap from big rell
huh, have [?] like my cousin [?]
still go at your neck, i’m alive ’til death
all my n+ggas iced out off trappin’
all your n+ggas burnt out off cappin’
y’all n+ggas move loose like a lil’ rabbit
end up smokin’ boots ’cause she got cat dance
b+tch smacked
nah, hit him with a spinning backfist
hit a jojo, two ‘bows of cat p+ss
i’d make any brick, i’d get back this, ooh
[chorus]
i ain’t tryna speak, no, naw
squad, huh, i’d never bleak on y’all
lil’ blood, big blood keep a street on call
he survived every week, went weeks with no body, huh
depending on me to get it rockin’
i ain’t asked no n+gga for an option, huh
gave every b+tch they option, you can leave, you can stay, huh

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