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letra de 1955 - sada baby

[intro]
(doughboy)
ayy
no kizzy, true story (trauma tone)
huh, can’t keep watching these n-ggas, huh
4 ‘nem stay in they feelings, huh
5 ‘nem be wantin’ to k!ll ’em, huh
ayy, huh, can’t keep watching these n-ggas, huh
4 ‘nem stay in they feelings, huh
5 ‘nem be wantin’ to k!ll ’em, ayy

[verse]
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout havin’ no friends, i hope you understand
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout havin’ no friends, i hope you understand
don’t need no new brother man, we’ll shoot at you and your mans
still watch skub pop, we’ll crash
still watch skub pop, we’ll crash
get on this rim, huh, get on y’all ass
i ain’t impressed with the sh-t y’all be flashin’
just hit the trap all the way from the mansion
got more bands in that b-tch than you can imagine
i up the fire, shoot thе n-ggas beside you
i throw up 5, lil blood gon’ match it
i drop a four, we gon’ go gеt a casket
i got a stroke, but i go to the basket
i gotta score ’cause i’m close to the basket
naw, i gotta score ’cause i already racked it
properly prepared, i practice
thank god for them l’s i took, they was tragic
showed a n-gga how to bounce back like magic
used to go to school, but not go to school, i was
used to go to school, but not go to school, i was absent
free big blood, jid, what’s brackin’?
’cause of him, skuba steve been active
i hate when motherf-ckers get to actin’
like they don’t know what’s up, huh, huh
hate when motherf-ckers get to askin’
like they don’t know it’s us
go down south, back up, huh
country big booty b-tch, huh
f-ck me off of accident, huh
f-ck me off my accent, yeah, huh
hit her twice on accident, yeah
sh-t, she said she like dope boys, n-gga
i’m a trap n-gga, so i’m the right man for the job
she ain’t peep, huh
she ain’t peep i was the—
she ain’t peep i was the right applicant
and she ain’t, she ain’t seen my attitude was ravishing
these n-ggas ain’t hoopers, fake shooters, they be trappin’ like
n-ggas get mad, in they feelings
emotional like a lil’ b-tch
sh-t sadder than—
i mean what i say ’bout them old-ass n-ggas too
i mean it for real, i’m adamant
about anything i’m doin’, huh, huh
too serious, huh times ten, huh, ayy, uh
gang like, “n-gga, let me chime in,” he wanna put his two cents in
say naw, n-gga, we got m’s, they can’t get none of thems (trauma tone)
don’t want my gang to be like y’all, that’s my fear, huh, huh
happy as h-ll they don’t just beef with me to start they career, huh
i mean if you a rapper, then you a rapper, huh, my n-gga, be serious
if you doin’ it like a hobby and not a habit, my n-gga, you weird
see, i give my all to this sh-t, that’s what i got up out it
yeah, all this sh-t, all this ice, all these diamonds
never had to ride a n-gga wave just to, huh, just to be relevant, huh
y’all n-ggas in the way, in the way, dummy, unintelligent
i played it bool ’cause n-ggas played it bool, ain’t no fool, never played the fool
i’ll take a n-gga plate of food, leave his sh-t on empty while i’m full
used to slang the rock off the top rope, skuba brahma bull
chop came with the comma clip, you ain’t never seen this kind of— nah
bhop bame with the bomma blip, you ain’t never seen this kind of tool
i don’t lie in none of my verses, you know sada keep that ooh
and i ain’t here just to keep it cool, p-ssy-ass n-gga, this ain’t school
give a f-ck about who you with, swear to god, people get it— ayy
give a f-ck about who you with, swear to god, your people get it too, huh
first time i met your main mans, pressed his ass, b-tch, i’m skubaru
ask him ’bout it, n-gga, i’ll, hey, b-tch, i’m skubaru
ask him ’bout it, n-gga, ayy
speak plain, n-gga, who is you?
i’m the who’s who of who’s who
goofy-ass n-ggas been through
n-ggas can’t know what i— ahh
n-ggas can’t know what i been through
must not know what i been through
n-gga, you don’t wanna get into it
’cause i’ma k!ll you when i bump into you
ayy, huh, n-gga, i don’t know that sh-t you know, huh
bang all my motherf-ckin’ streets and brung us home
huh, huh, i don’t know that sh-t you know
bang all my streets and brung us home
tapped in with mari, ruger, zoe, tone, and g weeder, bring ’em home
[outro]
huh, uh-duh, uh-uh-uh, uh-duh
crank him up, then walk him outta here

- sada baby

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