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sada baby - unkle drew lyrics

[intro]
june, you’re a g*nius

[verse 1]
uh, lil’ bro just woke up, mmh, him gon’ load the guns, uh
you don’t do no drugs, uh, that sh-t ain’t no fun, ayy
boy, you ain’t my blood, hmm, you ain’t from my hood, uh
boy, you ain’t my cuz, uh, you do not know pooh, huh
you do not know c0ke, huh, you do not know scoop, huh
you do not know lose, huh, you do not know juice, huh
boy, when i bump in your b-tch, i swear this what i’m gon’ do, uh
you so p-ssed off ’cause you know this sh-t true

[chorus]
i’m like thigh-deep in your b-tch, huh, knees to her t-tties
i’m like kyrie to your b-tch, huh, leave another city
yes, sir, i be on that tip, perc’ and lean to my kidneys
i don’t say it ’cause it’s bool, b-tch, i say it ’cause it’s in me, i say
thigh-deep in your b-tch, huh, knees to her t-tties
i’m like kyrie to your b-tch, huh, leave another city
yes, sir, i be on that tip, uh, lean to the kidneys
i don’t say it ’cause it’s bool, i say that sh-t because it’s, ayy, ayy, huh

[verse 2]
you don’t do no drugs, huh, that sh-t don’t make no sense
ayy, if i don’t do no drugs, then i won’t make no sense
feel like i might break your b-tch just ’cause i don’t take no sh-t
might accept a little lip like only when she suckin’ d-ck
disrespect me, then that’s it, i end your life with my new stick
then i pull up one more ‘gain and hit your wife with my new clip
he spin the block like one more time because it’s sad, i’m really sick
plus i feel like you alive so i’ma slide until i’m tired
and i only shot my draco, four, five sticks sittin’ on my side
i gotta let everything go ’cause you young n-ggas done crossed a line
fool me once, ain’t no fool me twice, the first time, you dyin’
we pull up, we chop houses up, get to knockin’ down your blinds, huh
if i run into your b-tch again, she still gon’ get f-cked
’cause she still like my dance moves, she still like my buffs
and she still like how percocet-10’s feel in her b-tt
i’ma fill this b-tch up, should i film it or what?

[bridge]
stomach on her stomach, uh
keep that b-tch from runnin’, uh
link up with her cousin, uh
soon as she was done f-ckin’, hmm
my backwood is russian, huh
choppers give concussions, uh
high like david ruffin, huh
without me, show ain’t nothin’, hmm
stomach on her stomach, huh
keep that b-tch from runnin’, huh
link up with her cousin, uh
soon as we done f-ckin’, huh
my backwood is russian, huh
choppers give concussions, uh
high like david ruffin, yeah
ah yeah yeah, ayy

[verse 3]
you ain’t got no sticks, ayy, i think you’s a b-tch, ayy
and your b-tch off that sh-t, i feed it to her like i’m rick james
chains on, whip two days old, kunta kente
the only way i take his main home is if the b-tch g-y
told that b-tch to f-ck her best friend, make ’em switch names
she get s-xy on the intersection, make me switch lanes
perkies helpin’ with my indigestion, ain’t no sick days
f-ck a n-gga mama through the house, skuba ben rain
f-ck a n-gga mama through the house and do the melvin
i want some hoes gon’ f-ck themself and me just like i’m welvin
control the stage, hope you hear they compare me to elvis
but i ain’t like that n-gga ’cause that n-gga ain’t never sell sh-t
but your b-tch got my name tatted on her pelvis
and that sh-t a shame ’cause a n-gga ain’t even smelled it
you mad than a b-tch, f-ck out your feelings, she can’t help it
you know she heard about that motherf-ckin’…

- sada baby lyrics

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