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sada baby - whoop kamp lyrics

[chorus]
hmmmmm
they like, “how you still tweakin’ you ain’t had no percs”
that lean don’t get spilled ’cause i drink it, i’m ready to work
the jordans lookin’ like they came out the closet of kobe
got the bae from outer sp+ce, yeah, obi+wan ken0bi
uh, smoke him if he try, hope he know i got it on me
huh, smoke ’em in they trap, they ain’t know i had it on me
huh, ‘nother n+gga died, part of life, keep it goin’

[verse]
huh, got some light dibs on me
spend the blues and all hundreds on designer jewels
hold on, ayy b+tch, who you love?
look me in my eyes and tell the truth or you can’t get no hug
no, matter fact i’ma make you suck this d+ck and i’ma forget to f+ck
dumb fat b+tch
i keep on sharin’ sh+t in real life, never do no rap disses
i miss movin’ in packs, might relapse until then
send the trap my best wishes but b+tch, i know the feds listen
her eastside n+ggas reaches h+ll off that one sh+t
her 7 mile n+gga, you can tell when you dap up with me
seven b+tches in the back of the foreign, they gon’ act buff for me
put the gang on the mission, we scorin’, they gon’ act tough for me
huh, we bleed sh+t, huh, lead sh+t
bounce, b+tch keep my d+ck hard but she don’t need sh+t
’cause your n+gga cartier watch cost the same as my ring, yeah
shoot him in this vice before he run away from this beam, yeah
leave his head fat like some alexander mcqueen’s, yeah
huh, spin the block and shoot some more just in case he ain’t dead
huh, leave you out in light like my louis lighter
huh, next n+gga cross me i gots to crusify him
huh, pullin’ them clips out, ’cause it’s movie time
uh, set his pants on fire, what we do for lyin’
huh, put your b+tch in the shower, it’s loofer time
ain’t never let it slack, k!llin’ slams on [?] mind
hmm, woah, woah, woah, ke+mo sah+bee
hmm, your babymama in lobby tryna f+ck some
just smoked a n+gga while he gettin’ robbed, he tried to un+tuck somethin’
neighborhood bully walk up on him, let me get that lunch money
pressin’, press again, let me get that
stretchin’, stretch his mans just to get back
her blessin’, but these hands and feet, know i skip that
i have a n+gga where he is supposed to be, skip lag
hmm, where this b+tch ass? headshot
huh, not no skin tat, huh, neckshot
huh, give him whiplash, huh, i got crip tags
send my loc to your loc, he come quick fast (hmm)
[chorus]
hmmmmm
they like, “how you still tweakin’ you ain’t had no percs”
that lean don’t get spilled ’cause i drink it, i’m ready to work
the jordans lookin’ like they came out the closet of kobe
got the bae from outer sp+ce, yeah, obi+wan ken0bi
uh, smoke him if he try, hope he know i got it on me
huh, smoke ’em in they trap, they ain’t know i had it on me
huh, ‘nother n+gga died, part of life, keep it goin’

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