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lirik lagu fmb dz & sada baby - new testament/bible

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[part i: “new testament”]

[intro: fmb dz]
yeah, huh
yeah, huh, yeah, huh
we get money like we never did before
free all my n~ggas, they gon’ lock on level four, huh

[verse 1: fmb dz]
been getting money like i never did before
free all my n~ggas, they gon’ lock on level four
they caught my n~gga with a phone, he in the hole
they got my n~gga in them shackles, let him go
i done lost so many n~ggas to the systems
couple n~ggas in they feelings, keep they distance
i’m far from hollywood, i be in thе trenches
i see a snake, i smеll a snake, i got them senses

[verse 2: sada baby]
i done lost a couple n~ggas to some sentences
couple n~ggas in they feelings over differences
i used to shed heavy tears over christmas gifts
now all i want is extra clips on my christmas list, huh

[verse 3: fmb dz]
bust~down 41, this ain’t no thirty~six
i had gary blow this chain to compliment the kit
gucci shirt and gucci belt to compliment the kicks
i swear my closet look like saks, i got so many fits
[verse 4: sada baby]
a big~face 41, this that win music
that surfboard out of hutch gon’ have her spin to it
i look 12 in they eyes like i did do it
and let them n~ggas run outside, dz did shoot it, huh

[verse 5: fmb dz]
we blow all the smoke like we the hookah men
pop up at your door, b~tch, i’m with tooda man
better move careful, we might shoot a fan
i told joc to up the cop if the ruger jam

[verse 6: sada baby]
and if your n~gga tough as you, then i’ma shoot your mans
auntie looking at me while i bust it yelling, “do your dance”
i got four chops on god, i need two more hands
on the west side, finna slide and very~sumo van

[verse 7: fmb dz]
on the eastside in f150s, 40 hold ’bout fifty
you ain’t f~cking with me, you ain’t gang if you ain’t clutching with me
i got mob ties, sigyl with me get you hog tied
winning is a sport, i need a porsche with the frog eyes

[verse 8: sada baby]
know a n~gga need that rapper with the fog lights
beam on my chopper sit so proper, make him fall right
big dog, get a n~gga offed in my off~white
perc’ in my pop, f~ck your baby mama all night, huh
[verse 9: fmb dz]
just made a hundred racks with my feet up
two hundred thousand in the car, just me and reup
me and skuba got these other n~ggas playing keepup
hit a n~gga, [?], shoe up

[verse 10: sada baby]
[?], eighty bands, too greedy
and wild mans, hundred racks, get that on me

[part ii: “bible”]

[verse 1: sada baby]
swear this chopper big as me, it got a whole name
mr. shoot~a~motherf~cker~in~his~whole~face
my auntie looked me in my eyes, say it’s a cold game
still gotta push this heron through the whole state (huh)

[verse 2: fmb dz]
me and my [?] so f~ckin’ tight, he know my whole name
went to him for a half and got a whole thing
i bought a pack to sip an eight and dropped the whole thing
if you ain’t down to lose your life, you in the wrong game

[verse 3: sada baby]
last pack was stepped on, he said he got the wrong ‘caine
all that sh~t was right ’cause off of it, i dropped a froze chain
all that sh~t was light, ’cause unky said it made his soul change
fiends outside the trap lined up like soul train, huh
[verse 4: fmb dz & sada baby]
who that n~gga? watch that man, he look suspicious
run out the door, the ar knock you in your kitchen
my arm hurt, that b~tch be doing all that kicking
and they ain’t know we was gon’ have that ammunition (ayy, ayy)

[verse 5: sada baby]
boy, these .44 bullets thicker than delicious
give a n~gga what he need, it’s nutritious
walk in your house and knock your granny on your dishes
and f~ck your sister ’cause she been one of my b~tches

[verse 6: fmb dz & sada baby]
then f~ck your mama, i can make that ho my mistress
work in there, work her out like i do fitness
he asking me when i’ma come, b~tch, mind your business
l!ck the tip and don’t say sh~t until i’m finished (ayy)

[verse 7: sada baby]
i~m~g~a~n~g two times
f~ckin’ on the plug daughter ’cause she look like mulan
hangin’ out the yukon, shooter went to yukon
nothing you can do ’bout it, chopper bullets flew by, huh


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