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Sada Baby
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(You stupid ass lil' boy)
-, move some (put 'em)
Huh, make her put 'em, a -, move some
Ayy, uh-huh
Break a brick down, huh, serve somethin'
Throw 'em Ruccis on your whip and then swerve somethin'
Bust that -ga in his ear because he heard somethin'
Don't give that -ch you with a dime until she earn somethin'
Make her put 'em pills on the road, -, move somethin'
Show 'em boys you ain't no h-, go and shoot somethin'
- that dissin' on 'em songs, -, do somethin'
Huh, I'm on the block with 'bout 200
I got new money, Trem got shootin' money
M got old money, Wildman got 'bow money
I - yo' - and -ched her soul, now I got your money
And your - money, now you got no money, hmm
Don't want that pop unless I put some drop up in it, huh
Bet top dollar that my pops'd - your pops up, -
I said Skilla daddy gone, so we gon' share my papa, n-
And if you - 'round with lil' bro, we tear your block up, -
Huh, choppa and the Glock the size of Andy Milonakis, -
I sip lots of Wocky and my pockets got that guap up in 'em
I don't - with thots, most of 'em blocked after my - up in 'em, -
It's a bunch of snakes up on your squad, how is you rockin' with 'em?
Lame a- -, "What you claim?" as- n-
I'm a 7 Mile Capernilla gang member, drop a fella
- mama, then make her cook me hot spaghetti
My big brother richer than you -, he just drop baguettey
My lil' - not your big homie, y'all tryna cop a prezi'
Ain't worried 'bout keepin' it copacetic, we hold choppas steady
Walk around with him, no CC dubs, tryin' not to get arrested
Can't not be ready, we got scopes on 'em - with the legs
Lil' blood watchin' for the feds, your baby mama playin' my dreads
I - her in your bed, she don't even give you he-
Light skin -, you red, front your move, you dead
Write on a n- like lead, loose-leaf paper, get shred
All these cans make a keg, make sure my - fed
Yeah, hmm, green beam of the infrared
Triple beam of the fish scale, foreign whip, I'm a fishtail
Unc' tellin me brick tales, huh
Break a brick down, huh, serve somethin'
Throw 'em Ruccis on your whip and then swerve somethin'
Bust that - in his ear because he heard somethin'
Don't give that -ch you with a dime until she earn somethin'
Make her put 'em pills on the road, -, move somethin'
Show 'em boys you ain't no h-, go and shoot somethin'
- that dissin' on 'em songs, -, do somethin'
Huh, I'm on the block with 'bout 200
I got new money, Trem got shootin' money
M got old money, Wildman got 'bow money
I f- yo' -ch and snatched her soul, now I got your money
And your h- money, now you got no money, hm-mm
Writer(s): Casada Sorrell, Craig Jenkins
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