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letra de sb5 - sada baby x lil yachty

[verse 1: lil yachty]
i left out of school without my momma’s permission
they wanted me dead, they be hoping and wishing
i’m still in your bags when i’m put in position
i’m dressed in all white like a chef in the kitchen
lil sada boat baby, i rock then i work
all these k but i would still have joined the navy
remember that shoot out in my red vans
had to duck, loaded the bullet almost grazed me
[?] but now i’m the type of n-gga
that aim so right when i shoot i ain’t gotta dump
twelve o’clock for the trunk
and you can’t fake the pump
pistol attached to a n-gga like breast lumps
lot on the black pump
pumping on tank three
three in the morning, i’m half sleep

[verse 2: sada baby]
and n-gga i’m half woke
still aware enough to tell your b-tch i’m an -ssh0l-
i’m worried ’bout cash flow, income, and getting the bag though
i’m through the back door with my main b-tch
can’t get caught with my side ho
i got bape on baby, milo
[?]
this b-tch only 5’4″ but her throat feel like it’s seven feet deep
she sucking d-ck with a blindfold
made me disappear like my weed
i’m going in [?]
left my momma house at 17
met my first opp on evergreen
he got dropped with guns he never seen
had murder on my mind then, free ynw melly
i don’t know why you hating on me
give me a reason to leave the drac’ on e
got this b-tch cooking steak for me
in the ‘rari running from the state police
chopper hold a hundred, say the least
lil n-gga bout to die so say your peace
i know i gotta stay lowkey
my granny said she pray for me
she know i keep a k on me
i was waiting for a n-gga to play with me
b-tch i’m a lover and a fighter
keep two sticks on me like striker
custom vests, i ain’t no biker
she could stay the night if i invite her

[verse 3: lil yachty]
488, yeah the spider
red and yellow like i’m rowdy piper
give a d-mn if shorty a n-gga
if the b-tch is going i’ma pipe her
choppa ’round my belt like eight numbers
eight numbers like i was at [?]
pistol snug like it’s in a diaper
b-tch [?] bumming like a biker
one on one, it’s hard to decipher
in a cypher most these n-ggas liars
austin power career, michael myers
k!ll ’em off like chris in stomp the yard
[?] she got me hard
she just want the last [?] to my card
drop her off right there on boulevard
f-cked her once and left the baby scarred

[verse 4: saba baby]
she was wearing fendi leotards
i been cooking, whipping
leonard dicaprio, this white boy a star
trapping out the house and in the car
i just [?] at the bar
and you told like the mouse you are
watch your mouth, you snitching from afar
make no sense, you n-ggas work with law

[verse 5: lil yachty]
make no sense, you n-ggas need address
left [?] still correct
collect it back to back, i will collect
i’m the richer man, i won’t contest
i’m the better rapper, i confess
f-cked her now she setting up the desk
f-ck her now she organize my clothes
n-ggas mad i’m sending lower blows
n-ggas mad i’m f-cking better hoes
i’m [?] you’re a toe
but i flipped the p-ssy like some dough
freckles on her face like dominos

- sada baby x lil yachty

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