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sada baby - whoop n wham lyrics

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[intro]
i’m a talk to you how i talk to you i’m a
i’m a talk to you how i talk to you
michigan made
ay, b+tch

[verse 1]
b+tch you need some me
i’m a talk to you how i want to i’m off rp’s
i’m a talk to you how i want to get on yo knees
triple cup, waki, big cookie ay
lame n+gga i can see yo b+tch p+ssy
i’m a talk to her how i talk to her i’m off drank
i’m a talk to her how i talk to her f+ck you thank
we got fn’s, we got ar’s, we got drake
i can’t bick it wit no b+tch less she ignint
she don’t understand my slang she ain’t wit it
looking for that foreign i talk bout b+tch we in it
that n+gga you be with don’t be in sh+t but his feelings
f+ggot, i got the work and let him have it
never mind i’m remixing and relaxing
and i’m taxing
‘fore them chickens make me wacky
little baby booty big but her titties saggy
let me load her whip with them bricks help me wrap em
i ain’t a rapper
baby tell me how you really feel
i can handle, anything you know i’m really real
when he grabbed you, was it like this or was he trying to k!ll you
[?], still i need you for my brother pills
baptized in my own tears i been in the field
freaky momma, see my pain but she just want my percs
so i’m a hit her, with this thang and put that hoe to work
icy chain, off dog and cane that she keep in her purse
lil hoe done came, with everthang know i need it hurt
she in love, with the gang the eight+ball on her shirt
she got aim, fool a n+gga brains like april the first
i had to ask, is your license perfect sis
she like, why?, i’m like for driving purposes
i’m sick she came pretty face p+ssy squirt thang
make it hard for me to focus on the workplace
still make it easy k!ll time on the slow days
i’m the reason she been trynna be a better b+tch
she done got the trap and i won’t let her quit
i might break her heart if i share my d+ck
i might break her heart if i break her heart
just f+cked up yo head, don’t know where to start
drako in my truck, left that b+tch in park
she a yellow b+tch, got her off the dark
i’m a young n+gga i got hundreds old
it ain’t dz then i don’t trust a soul
it ain’t sk!lla baby he don’t know the code
i ain’t with dt then i ain’t on the road
she on the blow+up mattress measuring some blow
dog b+tches, put em on the floor
it’s ironic how that dog will put you on your toes
i heard yo momma snort g74’s up her nose
i heard yo momma wanna hit me can’t f+ck up the business
if you a opp she getting popped, i put that on my n+ggas
i got some new sh+t in the glock you better get wit it
this b+tch ain’t come with no d+ck it got the big titties
down payment on a drop off a quick fifty
i’m serving fiends straight drop in the hick city
re+up little brother new name is big got+eem
cause every time i sick him on a n+gga he get him
huuuh



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