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Sada Baby "Cheat Code" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sada Baby
Sada Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casada Sorrell
Casada Sorrell
Songwriter
Martin McCurtis
Martin McCurtis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Helluva
Helluva
Producer
Isaiah Brown
Isaiah Brown
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Say my choppa Dee Brown, yeah, shoot ret- Ayy, iced out wrist, it was me and (Helluva Beats, baby) And-a, and-a, and-a, and-a, ayy Say my choppa Dee Brown, yeah, it shoot retarded Who said we couldn't have the pistols in the party, who? Iced out wrist, it was me and Mari, ooh Caviar, sips of a calamari, ooh Choppa AOD, yeah, it shoot retarded Who said we couldn't have the pistols in the party, who? Iced out wrist, it was me and Cutter, ooh Monkey bars, banana clips, bitch, we in the jungle, ooh (ayy, ayy) The lil' nigga know my name, DT gon' knock him off He put his brains on my chain, gotta drop me off And pick me right back up so we can spin the block for dawg The Perkys on my jaw, them bitches right my wrongs (ruff-ruff-ruff) I got a catalog, I don't be mad at all Niggas lucky all I threw was water up at Saginaw (ruff) Ayy, they mad 'cause this water on my chest and all Bitch, I play for Press Virginia, how I'm pressin' y'all Look like one them competitions how I dress the dog Dummies got the straight drop, don't need no fentanyl 30 thousand in the pot and we gon' send em off Lil' cuz can't read, still gon' get 'em off I will do a Harlem Shake with the Draco I will shoot the investigator, get the case closed I did have an eighth tucked in 'em Wraith doors Bentley truck, me and Wild Man with that cake on us And we was on live wit' it, big .45 wit' us 20 cars in traffic nigga, gang-gang slidin' wit' us I won't run from no beef, I'ma grill it Ding-a-ling in her booty cheeks, she gon' feel it Ugh, I still wanna murk shit, still wanna rack my AR and hurt shit Keeps that bitch by my stomach, hmm Squeeze that bitch 'til you bloody, mmm Them new Perky thangs make a nigga moonwalk Uh, them new hollow thangs'll make you moon soft Remember when I had to get the half of moons off Them people jumped behind me, cut the cruise off Remember when my uncle told me I could move soft Changed his mind, told me, "Nephew get the blues off" If a nigga run off, knock his shoes off We don't take off, bitch, we gettin' off He want half off, knock that nigga off I can't get enough of that sticky stuff Flip my 60 pack, got my chicken up Cut that bitch three fast, sold her 50 ones Yeah, young ignant nigga from the bity blood Make these hoes get to dancin' like a Nitti beat You ain't sick, pussy nigga, you just sick of me Drivin' with my chains on, Skuba Mr T (ugh) Say my choppa Dee Brown, yeah, it shoot retarded Who said we couldn't have the pistols in the party, who? Iced out wrist, it was me and Mari, ooh Caviar, sips of a calamari, ooh Choppa AOD, yeah, it shoot retarded Who said we couldn't have the pistols in the party, who? Iced out wrist, it was me and Cutter, ooh Monkey bars, banana clips, bitch, we in the jungle, ooh
Writer(s): Martin Mccurtis, Casada Sorrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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