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sada baby & skilla baby - kobe anthony lyrics

[intro: sada baby]
this that melo bryant
huh, huh, carmelo bryant
uh, my bad, barmelo bryant, mmm, duh
huh, huh, this that bobe anthony, uh
uh, this that kobe anthony, uh
ayy, hmm, mmm

[chorus: sada baby]
let me tell you somethin’, naw, never mind
i don’t like talkin’ to n+ggas of your kind
ho, let me tell you somethin’, hmm, naw, never mind
i don’t like talkin’ to b+tches of your kind
my caliber ain’t your caliber, talk ’bout it
my caliber ain’t your caliber, talk ’bout it
my tolerance ain’t your tolerance, talk ’bout it

[verse 1: sada baby]
crank, crank, let me speed it up
i got b+tches right around the corner that’s tryna eat it up
i don’t know them n+ggas, i’ll ho them n+ggas with my feet up
you can’t keep up, i’ll shoot you in your sh+t if you don’t speak up, ayy
r+t+rded, relentless, ign’ant, cutthroat
heartless, rich, ain’t no b+tch i’ll bust raw, ooh
how the f+ck you ain’t know your baby moms a busto?
i say how the f+ck you ain’t know your grandmama a custo? ooh
[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
hot n+gga, stay in your lane or get dunked on
i dare a b+tch boy say my name with a tough tone
spit on an opp n+gga, opp hoes get bust on
morph up, turn into a power ranger with the buffs on
i came from servin’ brick, need a kevin federline
couldn’t drop act 3 and kobe anthony at a better time
skub ridin’ ’round with the ar alkaline
tryna wet a slime, naw, f+ck that
we ain’t rubbin’ n+ggas’ nose, we gon’ bust that
k!ll the opp n+ggas, k!ll the opp hoes, and they rugrats
shoot an opp n+gga in the neck, send his lungs back
had a gun, ain’t bust back, how you come back?

[verse 3: sada baby]
’bout f+ck glen up if he keep pourin’ lines up
naw, i’m lyin’, leave you lyin’ there with a lineup
f+ck with me and mines, it’s on sight, get your eye punched
get your eye black, knock your face through your ipad, uh
not a strong safety, walk around with these thigh pads
your b+tch don’t do sh+t but eat d+ck, got a thyroid problem
i horsecollar, hit the red zone with all my dollars
no, not sada, i’ma be on your medulla oblongata
yeah, huh, your medulla oblongata, huh
got a white boy shoot like tom gugliotta
i sip drank, i like wocky, mars f+ck ’round with vodka
i like 40s, i like dracs, i love f+ckin’ ’round with choppers
i like money, i like paper, i like screamin’, i love hollerin’
i’ll yell at your b+tch and tell her, “leave me f+ckin’ ‘lone” (hold up)
sk!lla baby taught me that move, he gone, huh
i’ll have deno throw a bomb through your home, ah
[verse 4: sk!lla baby]
def jam: fight, block his sh+t if his eye soft
rapper fight night, cut an mc lights off
my baby blind, close his eyes, talk sh+t, get the pints off
b+tches gettin’ hit with the strap too, that’s what the dyk+s taught me
if i call st++ze, he gon’ pull up and leave sh+t
n+gga, maybe if you join the mob, you could be rich
hitman act like a blogger, he leak sh+t
nike give us an offer, we on elite sh+t
sada lookin’ just like bean, throwin’ fives up
we the business backcourt, make these rap n+ggas switch lines up

[verse 5: sada baby]
run l2 in real life, get some shots up
make a mess, wet a n+gga up like a mop bucket
caution sign on the floor, huh, right there with his soul
in the trap leavin’ mouse traps case a n+gga told
when my pockets flat, easy bounce back, i just hit the road
i mean when they low, it’s been five years since i was broke
a n+gga want smoke, huh, huh, i can’t tell him no
i just let him know hollow tip’ll leave the letter o
and an extra hole, hit his head, make his bandana fold
k!ll a n+gga i ain’t seen in ten year, this vendetta old, duh

- sada baby skilla baby lyrics

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