lirik lagu sada baby - cheat code
[intro]
say my chopper dee brown, yeah shoot r-t-rded
ayy, iced out wrist, it was me and
(h-lluva beats, baby)
and-a, and-a, and-a, and-a, ayy
[chorus]
say my chopper dee brown, yeah it shoot r-t-rded
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
chopper aod, yeah it shoot r-t-rded
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, b-tchm we in the jungle, ooh
[verse]
the lil’ n-gga 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 dog
the perkys on my jaw, them b-tches right my wrongs
i got a catalog, i don’t be mad at all
n-ggas lucky all i threw was water up at saginaw
ayy, they mad ’cause this water on my chest and all
b-tch i play for press virginia how i’m pressin’ y’all
look like one them compet-tions how i dress the dog
dummies got the straight drop, don’t need no fentanyl
thirty 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 them wraith doors
bentley truck, me and wild man with that cake on us
and we was on live with it, big four-five with us
20 cars in traffic n-gga, gang gang slidin’ with us
i won’t run from no beef, i’ma grill it
ding-a-ling in her booty cheeks, she gon’ feel it
i still wanna murk sh-t
still wanna rack my ar and hurt sh-t
keeps that b-tch by my stomach, hmm
squeeze that b-tch ’til you bl–dy, hmm
them new perky thangs make a n-gga 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 n-gga run off, knock his shoes off
we don’t take off, b-tch we gettin’ off
he want half off, knock that n-gga off
i can’t get enough, of that sticky stuff
flip my 60 pack, got my chicken up
cut that b-tch three fast, sold her 50 ones
yeah, young ignant n-gga from the bity blood
make these hoes get to dancing like a nitti beat
you ain’t sick, p-ssy n-gga, you just sick of me
drivin’ with my chains on, skuba mr t
[chorus]
say my chopper dee brown, yeah it shoot r-t-rded
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
chopper aod, yeah it shoot r-t-rded
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, b-tch we in the jungle, ooh
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