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lirik lagu sada baby, skilla baby & crash rarri - 3am in atl

[intro: crash rarri]
ayy, iron my clothes, make sure sh~t fit, you feel me? (mia jay c)

[chorus: crash rarri]
i don’t believe in fairy tales, only believe in my favorite scale
i only like the p~ssy like my mail, it cannot have no smell
don’t send it through the zelle, i need it cash, them f~e~ds for real
my b~tch just got the bbl with rickies, yeah, she got the flair
talkin’ on my phone about a zone, mm, i don’t care
extra five’ll send that n~gga home, i don’t care
talkin’ on my phone about a zone, mm, i don’t care
extra five’ll send that n~gga home, i don’t carе

[verse 1: sada baby]
all my b~tches pretty with no makeup, but thеy booty fat
naw, all my b~tches pretty with no makeup, but they— mm (hold up)
all my b~tches pretty with no makeup, but they booty fat
huh, i can’t choose today, huh, what i’m gon’ do today
listen, bae, i know you, huh, huh, what i do? hmm, huh
bae, i know you like me like i like you, huh
took the license plate off of the foreign, now it’s a— ah, huh
took the license plate off of the foreign, now it’s a striker (huh)
told your bestie do it to me while we doin’ it, dyk~ her (huh)
strapped up and i’m still a fighter, she like that (huh)
gassed up, cutlass got the white ones, i’ll be right back (huh)
hundred thousand dollars on my wrist, it ain’t the right one (huh)
go buy a ferrari and— huh,what i’ma do? huh
go buy a ferrari and crash it ’cause it’s exciting (push that sh~t out, sk!lla)
[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
huh, rich as h~ll, still tryna fight ’cause i don’t like n~ggas
youngest n~gga ’round and i’m probably the most violent (huh)
the car thieves ran off with my sh~t, but i know where it’s at
really charged up in real life, n~gga, f~ck a scat (huh)
i catch a n~gga in my sh~t, i’ma get him fapped
all my b~tches pretty and they thick and that p~ssy fat
ah, huh, i can yell too
sell a hundred ‘bows every week, that’s what my scale do (huh)
i was just gon’ trap, but this rap sh~t done fell through (huh)
all my b~tches bad, p~ssy smell like chanel bleu
real dope man, ask flare, i used to sell food (huh)
i’ll go slide on my opps if i get in the mood (huh)

[verse 3: crash rarri]
i just got the drop right where you cop, shoot up the living room
switch up on my glock’ll turn it auto, tell ’em get in tune
laser on ’em, put a crater on ’em, he walkin’ with the moon
red beam, green beam, seein’ colors like he off the shrooms
pirellis crashin’ out, we dashin’ out, we left him in the fumes
your boyfriend, he a worker, at the trap, we told him grab a broom
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, that’s right, boy
takin’ shots of dirty lemon pop like i’m a party boy
ak come from russia, when we rush him, then we start it, boy
chopper get to rainin’ like the doppler, we the harley boys
[verse 4: sada baby]
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, whip, c— naw
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, whip, cook
b~tch, look, standin’ on that— huh, what i’m is? (hold up)
standin’ on that business ’cause i’m over six foot
ain’t never— hold up
ain’t never gotta ask sh~t, huh, with a bad b~tch, huh
all her best friends gon’ pull up with they ass did, huh
got a script in ’em, huh, after a d~ck in ’em
uh, naw, they be with the other side, i put a clip in ’em
uh, naw, they be with them ho n~ggas, i aim a stick at ’em
the— ah, i ain’t never missed— what i does? (hold up)
i ain’t never missed sh~t, but i throw bricks at ’em
she thick like big mama, but call me big daddy
uh, naw, we got topside from lansing to cincinnati
huh, naw, i leave young— (uh)
naw, i leave columbus with young rarri, b~tch, we trappin’, huh
rich old b~tches f~ckin’ on me ’cause they lavish
naw, rich old b~tches f~ckin’ on me ’cause i want it
naw, i’m that young n~gga smellin’ like that sh~t, they want it
ah, duh

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