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letra de big eastside - sada baby

[intro]
(mia jay c)
(you cut up on this one, jay c)

seven thousand dollars up in lenox off an accident
pull it out that b-tch, i make some b-tches have an accident
broke they necks when they see me, i ain’t average (hold up)
i go up in yop yop
opp b-tch pull them titties out, get her top cropped
hit the kitchen, [?] gon’ whip a baby, i got osh kosh
sidewalk with the crack rocks, we play hopscotch
yeah, titi done land up because it’s topside
huh, i’m not shootin’ for no n-ggas not on my side
huh, wrack the ar, leave a p-ssy n-gga c-ck-eyed
huh, buddy countin’ fake chicken, he got popeyes
urt-skrrt the uke-juke then go to boom boom
we, i can’t never take no l when i make you lose
sh-t, i can whip through the bean bean, look like cus cus
if i up a pocket rocket, it ain’t no deuce deuce, now listen
huh, sam’s club, huh, off a [?] (nah)
b-tch, i’m at sam’s club, huh, off of sham god
b-tch, i’m at sam’s club, huh, off a sham god
fry a n-gga for them greens, cook a ham hot
muslim n-gga playin’ with my cheese, bust his head, opp
pull up to your window up in traffic, ain’t got bean [?]
stump a n-gga out in a tuxedo and some deadstocks
put your baby mama big sister in a leg lock
rerock, skuba demon link, oh, i don’t never lie
snitch n-ggas ran up on the nerve, had him petrified
b-tch n-gga, you gon’ get my word, huh
b-tch n-gga, try that sh-t with me, you gettin’ electrified
rich n-gga, i came in with [?], huh
rich n-gga, money on your name, now your people dyin’
hood n-gga, mansion in the ‘burbs
they let fifty in this amg, hit his whip, make him swerve
they left his soul on the curb, the n-gga had him some nerve
and i ain’t never nervous
if i get some head in the wraith, i open the curtains
i ain’t never bought no lube, she gon’ spit on it, f-ck jergins
on percs, [?] go to k, why get off perkies
hold up
got my own bag, i can’t buy no b-tch no birkin, huh
i’m not out here trickin’ just because she in here twerkin’
say this what they want, huh?
dee, nah, yeah, ayy
huh, what i got some more for?
ayy, huh, hold up
f-ck a b-tch face ’til her throat break
k!ll the p-ssy, migo throw it away, now it’s a cold case
slid in it off the roller skates like it’s the older days
huh, know ’bout that tattoo on her titty but don’t know her name
f-ck it, pull the bl!cky out, [?], [?] strain
hundred round, soon as i’m ’bout to aim it and i ain’t gotta aim
huh, make your auntie go bugatti, she wanna get paid
huh, she too nasty in hurachis
nasty in hurachis, pull a rocket, gang, huh
f-ck it just like a hobby ’cause she grew up lame
f-ck a rest-in-peace shirt, put him on a chain
ahh, i forgot you n-ggas broke, just hashtag his name, dooh

- sada baby

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