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sada baby - saibaman lyrics

[intro: sada baby]
uh, shonuff
yop, yop, yop
it’s that eastside, ain’t it?
huh, huh, green tape
huh, huh, huh, dx (mia jay c)

[verse 1: sada baby]
been turnt, been puttin’ b+tches out, we think they schemin’
uh, pretty face don’t mean sh+t ‘less she get away with murder, uh
show your track and field sk!lls, ho, hit a hurdle
naw, i’ll never hit a ho like i’m harpo
naw, we had super fine sh+t stuffed in harpos
uh, ‘fore the yercocets, huh, it was narcos
f+ck around, be lurkin’ on your roof, look like a gargoyle (what else?)
told that b+tch i’m trickin’, she ate kids, then she gargled (hold up)
tuh, they ain’t guardin’ blood (naw)
shawty stepped back from halfcourt and f+cked his armor up
naw, i feel like army king
uh, touch me, then i turn this sh+t to tekken, arm and hand
drac’ got kick, martial arts (shonuff)
badda+boom, badda+bing (okay)
naw, all that beatin’, be done punched a n+gga, paul phoenix (shonuff)
be careful, we’ll eddy gordo dance move, get him finished (what else?)
eighty thousand when i smile, shout out to my dentist
uh, block a b+tch soon as i f+ck her just ’cause i’m a menace
huh, ’cause i stood up in it
b+tch, i’m talkin’ ’bout in it
from the front until she crippled (what else?)
talkin’ ’bout knees to her titties, uh
i want breakfast in the morning, sugar in my grits, huh
i want drank up off your body, syrup off your nipples, uh
got a slow+mo pop from yachty, ain’t charge me a nickel (naw)
they gon’ teach the kids about me like i’m rumpelstiltskin
naw, teach the kids related to me that i be done k!lled you
give a sh+t about no feelings, duh
[verse 2: lil yachty]
b+tch, the syrup back (yeah), thirty in my lap (yeah)
please keep it rap (yeah), f+ckin’ up my sack
quagen pints back to back (yeah)
she ask where the x, i pulled out a treasure map (yeah)
ridin’ ’round on drank, speakin’ in the lower cap (yeah)
stop watchin’ an ap, you ain’t never run no lap (yeah)
twin hit a n+gga where he stand, no bap (yeah)
tough talkin’ online, just please keep it rap (yeah)
all of my hoes tens (yeah), all got somethin’ to grab (yeah)
i don’t beef on apps (yeah), bullets for a jab (yeah)
think i might just wrap all of my hoes into a jab (yeah)
glock tucked in my pants, tryna hold it up, look like crabs (yeah)
you whippin’ that lil’ sh+t, ain’t you? let me take a stab (yeah)
switchin’ up my roster, feel just like the mavs (yeah)
and i prefer cash over faith, give me that (yeah)
bitin’ on md, maybach tint like stacey dash (yeah)
known to do the dash

[outro: sada baby]
yeah, yeah, yop, yop, yop, yop, yop, yop
huh, yeah, yop, yop, yop, yop, yop, yop
i got two words for you
green tape, huh, dx, huh
i got two words for you
huh, huh, green tape, huh, dx, n+gga

- sada baby lyrics

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