a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de bloxk vibes - sada baby

[intro]
hmm
(good lookin’, juan)

[chorus]
gang almost left a n-gga on the way up here
n-ggas better be smooth with that tec, they know it’s up there
n-ggas better be bool, ain’t no fool, we can’t take a chance
n-gga make a move, up a tool, yopper make him dance
i can take his boo in one move, sada make her dance
tidal wave, got her in the pool, now she shakin’ ass
pop another perc’, one more, gotta make it last
i’ll teach that lil’ p-ssy somethin’, make him take a class

[verse]
i’ll pack dior, huh, i’ll blow it up
skeet got an extra rifle automatic loaded up
he’ll shoot a bullet through the wind, he be scopin’ sh-t up
catch a n-gga lackin’, get it brackin’, make him open up
they actin’ like they want some smoke, b-tch, we keep rollin’ up
flirt with your baby mama just to make her hold my gun
grab that p-ssy with my left hand, you see this rollie bust
good rock in the air, name hold everywhere, you know it’s us
let me crank, let me f-ck her from the front ’til it break
don’t do breaks, pop another rp and make it shake
if she fast, 69, i can’t kiss it if it stank
don’t give f-ck ’bout what you think, fresher than my uncle frank
twenty thousand on me in my bookbag, ain’t out the bank
hundred dollars for a pint of act’, so i been drankin’
huh, bend your b-tch over, we gon’ do the hanky-panky
we been sh-ttin’ on the opps, they got an attitude, duh
i been gettin’ too much money, why they mad at skub?
p-ssy n-gga, you was gettin’ money, i wasn’t mad at you
f-ck a n-gga sister, bend her over, make her grab her shoe
do a bunch of freaky sh-t to that lil’ monkey, still can’t get nothin’ from me
we move them pills and ‘bows, my n-ggas got it jumpin’
i was flirtin’ with the opps’ mama ’cause she got a thumper
old b-tch got to talkin’ brazy, then we got to jumpin’
go’n call your sons and they brothers, we gon’ get to dumpin’, huh
we’ll tear this b-tch up, swear to god we will
i be with a bunch of young n-ggas that rob and k!ll
we the main reason all them n-ggas done died for real, yeah
we the main reason all them n-ggas keep dyin’ still
i can’t slide ‘less my n-ggas them ride with steel
least ’bout four five straps behind the wheel
told ’em put a hundred on the bop, let me know it’s real
up my phone when i spin they block, you knew i’m on a drill, duh
how they tryna play it? huh, i ain’t gotta say it, huh
they put a body on his head, you know i gotta pay it, huh
put a bag on his head, you know my n-ggas want it, huh
they strapped up and they pressin’, all my n-ggas on it, uh

- sada baby

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS