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letra de bloxk day - sada baby

[intro]
hmm
squad
squad
squad
h-lluva made this beat, baby
dumb-ss
smo, ayy
smo, ayy
snow dat, huh

[verse 1]
b-tch, it’s the red zone, n-gga, from the east, huh
know i act like bloc, see you n-ggas and don’t speak
i’ma slide on you n-ggas, treat this sh-t like 03
fitted cap, tall tee, fresh bows with the crease
and you know a n-gga still screamin’ f-ck the other side (huh)
’cause they don’t know me at all, but they mad, huh
don’t swipe not sh-t, but i punch and i slide
i’m rough and she ride, we’ll f-ck up your life, huh, now listen
i can’t tote no chopper thing ‘less the clip ign’ant, huh
i don’t want no ar pistol ‘less the mickey in it, huh
i ain’t hangin’ in no bar unless the bl!cky in it
four-five flip a n-gga, slam him like he sticky fingaz, huh, huh, dumb-ss

[interlude]
slang, f-ck ya
properly, f-ck you, huh, huh
f-ck that b-tch too
don’t trust that n-gga in your trap, he might snitch, ooh

[verse 2]
couldn’t cut yet, so in middle school, i was like, “skip you,” huh
if you walk past my desk, i might trip you
heard them keys to kids like, “ooh, your mama gon’ get you”
now i’m grown and all on my own and ain’t sh-t loose
and we don’t do no internet, p-ssy, we ain’t into that
f-ck her with a jimmy hat, dog talkin’, finish that
blood on my thumbs look like balsamic vinaigrette
drugs in the club got me noddin’, off, i’m really turnt
hollow tip’ll leave his hat hangin’ like he timmy turner
sk!lla say he got the trap bangin’, we gon’ send him work
leave a b-tch with her back achin’ and her feelings hurt
leave a n-gga with his last words if i see him first, uh
used to move the red ‘bows, we woke up for it, hmm
get your mans gone if you up yours, hmm
them n-ggas ding dong, can’t keep up score, hmm
give him four new headstones, mount rushmore, uh
shake your b-tch like paprika, shout out to my t-ti meeka
she saw me drinkin’ that henn’, told me one day i was gon’ need it
ain’t gon’ lie, d-mn near, i did, but i quit it, i be leanin’
percocets all in my pants, bands right next to heater
strapped up at all times, make me brush off, hmm
don’t need no group of n-ggas to say f-ck y’all, hmm
still’ll catch him by hisself, we might rush dawg
take my buffs off, let me see, ayy
hang my arm out the window, let it sing
kick that p-ssy n-gga over, make him breathe
pump that blood out his chest, hear him wheeze, huh
we was in that n-gga hood, he died on his street, huh
hey, f-ck them other n-ggas, we can strap and stuff them other n-ggas
course them other n-ggas don’t want smoke ’cause we the toughest n-ggas
she gon’ chew the d-ck like bubblicious, say it’s scrumptadilious
but you know it’s still f-ck them b-tches when i’m up a million
two-sided, n-ggas is chameleons, d-mn near comedians
i’ll bust a b-tch -ss civilian, just give me a reason
catch a n-gga while he out in traffic, knock him over the median
don’t beef with no idiots, pull that chopper talkin’ over immediately, huh

[outro]
bingo

- sada baby

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