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lirik lagu sada baby – chief keef

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[intro]
huh, huh
(jose the plug)
ooh, uh

[chorus]
i say i’m gang member, feds say i’m crime boss
i’m just boolin’ with my n~ggas makin’ up for time lost
i can name ’bout three different pills i’m off
i ain’t gotta spend one bill getcha knocked off
my opps hard~headed, chopper make his top soft
get a brick of raw, make it hard, that’s that top soft
big blood hit your block party, get it blocked off
used to chew the molly, had the skuba with the lockjaws

[verse]
switch to the percs, help a n~gga get his rocks off
give your b~tch a perc’, she gon’ blow a n~gga socks off
you other n~ggas hoes, me and my n~ggas not y’all
i just put my meat on her buns, ain’t no hot dogs
she gon’ eat the d~ck ’til i cum, makе the c~ck soft
she gon’ eat thе d~ck ’til i bum, make the bock talk
drac’ shake a n~gga, make him fall, skuba hot sauce
anytime i hit the road, y’all be home, that’s what i thought
anytime i bome home, y’all be gone, that’s what i thought
p~ssy n~ggas not on sh~t, i’ll rock dog
on~site type sh~t, i’ll sock dog
fn all in the club, i’ll pop dog
catch a n~gga and he with my mans, i’ll whop dog
cobra, veech be done shot dog
hah, mack boy and b to name a— huh, huh—
let me stop, dog, ayy
what you say i’m is? huh? what you say i was? huh
what you say they did? they can’t f~ck with blood
be done strike a n~gga, get your paper up
put some pape’ on dog, shoot his neighbors up
b~tch, i got my own strap, i ain’t gon’ play with nothin’
i been tryna get in on that smoke, but gang ain’t savin’ none
been tryna press ’em ’bout that disrespect, but we ain’t takin’ none
unless it’s a n~gga life and his mans, we ain’t takin’ nothin’
i been runnin’ up them extra bands like i ain’t ate enough
wakin’ up mad ’round this b~tch like i ain’t ate or somethin’
mush the forty in his face or somethin’ like it’s cake or somethin’
it ain’t even buddy birthday, but we gon’ bake him one
lookin’ at your bm booty like it’s fake or somethin’
come to find out it was real, had to break her stomach
sk!lla baby say i’m inspiration, watch me make a hunnid
i don’t rob n~ggas, but if he sweet, we ’bout to take that money, duh
[chorus]
i say i’m gang member, feds say i’m crime boss
i’m just boolin’ with my n~ggas makin’ up for time lost
i can name ’bout three different pills i’m off
i ain’t gotta spend one bill getcha knocked off
my opps hard~headed, chopper make his top soft
get a brick of raw, make it hard, that’s that top soft
big blood hit your block party, get it blocked off
used to chew the molly, had the skuba with the lockjaws


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