lirik lagu sada baby – 150/55
chorus: i pulled up to chiraq with my own guns
i told her, you ain’t got let me hold none
i just popped me a perc, this the second one
how i whip a brick like a baby, good negligence
i just put a two on topside, black excellence
i cook dope all day, i’m the goat wit’ it
n~ggas in the way, i see money imma go get it
40 on me nine, if i freeze i ain’t know limit
shorty [?] ain’t got no feelings
only speak to g’s, don’t get pleased bout a hoe feelings
family shouldn’t mix with the streets, ain’t no reason
do bad business, f~ckin with that bag, have my mans k!ll ’em
sada baby:
flip ’em, i get a n~gga b~tch robbed
see an opp, gon get him dropped i ain’t b~tch squad
150/55 can’t let sh~t slide
i’m from the eastside, you ain’t see no n~gga live
get that boi sh~t back, catch a n~gga blow his sh~t out
don’t make me get out
do have the sk!ll to pull them clips out
g~herbo:
libro made em shut the club down, n~gga flipped out
seen this sh~t, open close range, face ripped out
caught so many stupid n~ggas walking outta b~tch house
it ain’t sh~t to fund a couple wars, i’m so rich now
we get on that boy ass, better get ’round
probably that track hog cheap when we found [???]
sada baby:
every other day i’m buying box for my n~ggas nem
lame n~gga keep chasing clout, we gon’ get at him
and every shot we send at him subliminal, we drillin him
he acting like a b~tch, doubt he fire, he too feminine
g~herbo:
i got runflats on my tires cause we in this sh~t
5 gl!cks, we be 4~7 cause we in the 6
what i tell you bout a n~gga age, they ain’t innocent
i be reminiscning we was hot heads, drillin’ sh~t
sada baby:
i rememberin’
all the b~tches that was into me
we got intimate, and then i left and made them ignorant
i’m inconsiderate, don’t give a f~ck cause i’m belligerent
and deliberate, i end my enemies with 50 clips
g~herbo:
squeeze militant
went on missions then i’m ignorant
stay listening, taught myself cause i got disipline
diamonds glistening, that ain’t sh~t i paid a brick for this
made an m this year and ain’t do sh~t, now that’s arithmatic
made an m and i can’t even travel ain’t that bout a b~tch?
n~ggas taking sh~t up in the street, but ain’t that bout a b~tch?
go to ny, imma tote a scalpal i ain’t got a bl!ck
same glock be yours automatic, mine sh~t got a switch
sada baby:
burns on my back, so i keep a burner in the trap
i send a n~gga to his grave, if it’s bout a bag
drop body, tell n0body bout it i ain’t gotta brag
4~5 or the 0~9, gotta lotta mags
bust them knives on your ass, ain’t no more changes
up this drake on yo ass, give you close casket
i shot an opp b~tch too since them hoes ask
hold the ar to my stomach like we slow dancin’
g~herbo:
kidnap a n~gga just to k!ll ’em, it ain’t no ransom
ride with the clique, f~ck a b~tch, we ain’t romancin’
whoop a n~gga quick, all kicks, call it no hands
pressure on they hoe ass, no pass, no chances
this b~tch will fall off your waist, can’t do no dancing
oppers can’t even get near me, ain’t got no transit
f~cking off in a foreign till we blow trans’
my bro shoot this b~tch from half, like he go to kasas
and i shot that b~tch from close, like i go to duke
for chris and calvin, throwin’ c’s, like i roll with snoop
sada baby:
and capernella throwin’ p’s, know i’m skubaru
b~tch squad fresh stomp a n~gga if i got my woo
i just smoked eleventeen blunts up in illinois
when i link up with your sm~t, i won’t get annoyed
when i break up with that b~tt, i won’t feel a void
i just made another 100 racks, i was aiming for it
open up 10 traps you can get employed
get another 20 stripes you can get dead
sip the tryst by itself, rock with the red
i could buy another brick and put it on your head
i could aim it at you or shoot it at your mans
once you put it on the floor, you takin’ the l
chorus: i pulled up to chiraq with my own guns
i told her, you ain’t got let me hold none
i just popped me a perc, this the second one
how i whip a brick like a baby, good negligence
i just put a two on topside, black excellence
i cook dope all day, i’m the goat wit’ it
n~ggas in the way, i see money imma go get it
40 on me nine, if i freeze i ain’t know limit
shorty [?] ain’t got no feelings
only speak to g’s, don’t get pleased bout a hoe feelings
family shouldn’t mix with the streets, ain’t no reason
do bad business, f~ckin with that bag, have my mans k!ll ’em
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