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letra de 4 da squad - babystaydown

[intro]
(ayy, what these n-ggas on, soulja?)
(ayy, i got—i got lil’ goxan on this motherf-cker, f-ck)
(ceg3all trippin’ on this one)
glrrt-glrrt (yeah)

[chorus]
for the squad, for the squad
i won’t play ’round with no n-gga, pull up, hop out for the squad
m16, drac’ can hit a n-gga, he got scr-ped, they ripped his heat
we got glocks and sticks in the function, n-gga, we the backpack boys
pop up on him, i’m like, “where you goin’, gang?”
fan-ass n-ggas in my face, they like, “what you been on, gang?”
boy, you best get the f-ck back ‘fore i get to blowin’, gang (boop-boop)
n-gga keep talkin’ ’bout pullin’ up, why they never scorin’, gang?

[verse]
hit lil’ brother, pull up, kickdoor
pop out, wish it not be that 10 mil’ glock, that b-tch a missile
i got glock, can’t d-i-e, catch a n-gga, shoot a freethrow
she keep doin’ that yappin’, i’m like, “b-tch, get on your knees though”
n-gga ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh-t, like why the f-ck he еven need smoke?
pull up to the function, park, gеt out
ten deep, n-gga can’t say i ain’t come outside
n-gga think he won’t get smacked
he doin’ that internet dissin’, get k!lled on live
and we got big caliber glocks, h-ll nah, i won’t do the regular size
hangout with them exotic glocks, but this sh-t here not for fashion
n-gga don’t think he sweet, i’m blastin’
heard that boy got put on fox, n-gga, we forever lastin’
f-ck this b-tch, she gave me drop,lil’ ho did it wrong, a savage
the f-ck? he really think he like that? gon’ get smacked for all that cappin’ (boop-boop)
pull up big boy f-150 truck, i couldn’t even back-back
this b-tch know i ain’t sh-t, i just wanna f-ck her ’cause her ass fat
that b-tch was lookin’ at him, i bet a n-gga ain’t even catch that
hop out, baby stick, the one with sixty round attachment
i was in some smoke, he ain’t need that glock, so i had sn-tched it
our squad got bad b-tches in the function, drunk and nasty (glrr, on god, n-gga, we got them big booty b-tches)
all them drunk and nasty (boop-boop-boop-boop, glrrt, yeah)
[chorus]
for the squad, for the squad
i won’t play ’round with no n-gga, pull up, hop out for the squad
m16, drac’ can hit a n-gga, he got scr-ped, they ripped his heat
we got glocks and sticks in the function, n-gga, we the backpack boys
pop up on him, i’m like, “where you goin’, gang?”
fan-ass n-ggas in my face, they like, “what you been on, gang?”
boy, you best get the f-ck back ‘fore i get to blowin’, gang (boop-boop)
n-gga keep talkin’ ’bout pullin’ up, why they never scorin’, gang?

- babystaydown

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