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sada baby - re rock lyrics

[intro]
(good lookin’, juan)
what you got?
i got a hundred thousand—
bingo, huh

[verse]
i got a hundred+thousand+dollar wristw+tch, huh, yeah
i trapped that— on hip+hop, huh
i got a hundred+thousand+dollar wristw+tch, ooh
i trapped it off hip+hop, ooh
i— (huh)
i ain’t got no time for no lip locks, huh
i got a half a head of dreadlocks, ooh
i place her old sh+t and make her hips drop, listen
i got a half a head of dreadlocks, huh
full pocket of them banjos, actin’ like an assh0l+
i got a homeboy with ten glocks, huh
i heard your brother work at minjos, smokin’ crack and pintos, listen
sneaky d+ck sucker, gangster, k!ller, snitch, hate ’em all
camera phones out everywhere, that’s why i hate the mall
but i don’t hate to ball, pass to bro bro, he get off
who lost thе roof on the coupe? i’m gon’ keep it off
uh, he can’t hang with gang gang ‘causе he breathe too soft
uh, keep on actin’ like a b+tch, i’ma bleed your door
make his sister suck the dangalang until her knees raw, huh
i swear to god
sk!lla act like me on accident, purposely he’s a god
ooh, ah, peace to the gods
one of your n+ggas gon’ get fried if i reach to the side
“skub, why you ain’t dancin’? what happened to you?
you make b+tches wanna boogie, gotta get back to it”
huh, f+ck you mean? b+tch, i still cut my rug
hit a b+tch from the back, booty hold the [?]
huh, n+ggas die too much, huh, b+tches lie too much, huh
how the f+ck a lowlife can get fly this much? huh
eyes red because i’m high, i don’t cry too much
huh, cut a b+tch off with the water if she dry too much, listen
shoot a n+gga in his sh+t if he try too much
huh, f+ck a question, we gon’ press him, ask why too much
huh, die on the body in the cold, up fire too much
chopper like some suited and booted for the win, don’t tie too much, listen
i say i’m big bro, bang blood, got dreadlocks
wanna be a funny n+gga? better be a red fox
he in that water, cook him for them greens like he ham hocks, huh
who i’m is
i’m is the motherf+ckin’ king of the rerock
huh, louis sneakers on, don’t think i can spell “reebok”
huh, can’t shoot up her club if she musty, f+ck you talkin’ ’bout? (huh)
huh, like what they really on? i get ’em gone
huh, they can’t f+ck with me, help when i ride the sk!lla songs
huh, call the ar an old b+tch because the titties long
huh, i got k!llers from the red to the [?]
big boss n+gga, huh
big boss— hold up
big boss mode, b+tch, i’m on pro sh+t
every time i get more sh+t, i want more sh+t
every time i hit a cold b+tch, i want a cold b+tch
every time i’m in a slow whip, i jump in sk!lla car
tell that n+gga drive fast as f+ck and get me to the bar
i got hooked on ñejo once again, i quit the wockhardt
ah
huh, your b+tch a chooser
stab her like freddy kreuger
i’m a winner and i took her from a loser, huh
sn+tch the brain from that ho, she a tutor, huh
put the d+ck up in her body like a tumor
uh, told gang ’bout that p+ssy, she a rumor
had the ski mask on when i hit it, skuba rumor, listen
and you see my cold t++th, nah, they ain’t gold no more
and you see my rose t++th, nah, they ain’t [?] no more
and you see my froze t++th, diamonds on them motherf+ckers
i spent twenty+motherf+ckin’+thousand dollars on them motherf+ckers, listen
me and baby man hair braided up, ugly
uh, she ain’t never seen me, bet she won’t f+ck me
she ain’t never seent him, bet she gon’ f+ck me
that’s my brother, not like that’s your brother, b+tch
that’s my brother, five real, huh
can’t do nothin’ to him soon as your thing [?]
i’ma up bhopstick for the k!ll, huh
that’s my brother, not like that’s your brother
p+ssy, that’s my brother, five real, huh
can’t say nothin’ to him soon as she think she mouth
i’ma bust it and watch the blood spill
dooh

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