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letra de brazy taxi - sada baby

[intro]
but i always blow the yellow light
(my n-gga lee, i think we got another one)
but i’m dressed in all this yellow, right?
but i always blow the yellow light (skrrt)
but i’m dressed in all this (hold up), ayy

[chorus]
they keep telling me to slow down (slow down)
mmm, uh, but i always blow the yellow light (ayy)
can’t let them n-ggas catch me lacking at the red light (nah)
like it’ll make them n-ggas’ day if i be dead, right? huh
but i ain’t dying, huh, and they ain’t sliding, huh
and i ain’t hiding, cappin’ if they say they can’t find me
might commit a hate crime, huh, ’cause i hate slime, huh
from the baseline, up and under, do a n-gga shiesty

[verse 1]
huh, ah, money takе somethin’, huh, huh
dj make that face, hе ’bout to shake somethin’, duh
huh, money make that face, he ’bout to k!ll somethin’, duh
i think i’m a zombie, i don’t feel nothin’, duh
rose gold, back from the dead, back on his head
whole lotta stacks on his head, racks on his head
b00by trap on that ass, i can’t catch him last
b00bie miles on that ass, i can do it all
if it’s friday night lights, pass me the ball
i don’t stop at red lights, won’t let ’em do me wrong
nan’ n-gga want the smoke, tell ’em prove me wrong
his baby mama smell my cologne, she wanna do it raw, uh
huh, big dog, huh, big skub
huh, on 5 ‘nem grave, knock your sh-t loose, huh
i don’t make no diss songs, i get physical, huh
make love to a b-tch, block the number, leave her miserable, uh
pull up, nah, i’m high on drugs, deuce in a town club
bunch of bands and an ounce of crud, need the chronic, need the mud
my opps weak as f-ck, they know i’ll beat ’em up
dyin’-ass n-ggas ain’t even tough, mad at me for what?
’cause i’m that n-gga, huh, i ain’t that n-gga (what else?)
see, i’m bomfortable, whole hood on my back, n-gga (aw yeah)
send them bullets at n-ggas, they look like they run track, n-gga
can’t make me get on that n-gga, just tell me where you at, n-gga
can’t hang around me ‘less you use a gun
ho n-gga bleedin’, we the reason that he losing blood
my scammer get it easy, couple pieces, got the newest drugs
put them b-tches on the rifles, get a rocket, i’m the rudest one
huh, ayy, them n-ggas body count ain’t like ours
we been scoring all year, whole team all-stars
everybody shoot that b-tch from a distance, from afar
everybody shoot that b-tch up close, real personal
we can shoot it any way, i’m just sayin’, gang versatile
huh, i still got more keys than percival
hold the chop any kind of way, it’s reversible
if it’s up there, it’s stuck, n-gga, better check your vertical
[chorus]
they keep telling me to slow down
mmm, uh, but i always blow the yellow light
can’t let them n-ggas catch me lacking at the red light
like it’ll make them n-ggas’ day if i be dead, right? huh
but i ain’t dying, huh, and they ain’t sliding, huh
and i ain’t hiding, cappin’ if they say they can’t find me
might commit a hate crime, huh, ’cause i hate slime, huh
from the baseline, up and under, do a n-gga shiesty

[verse 2]
huh, late night, huh-huh, my pay right
huh, i don’t stop at gas stations, half a tank right
huh, f-ck the brake light, huh, play it safe, right
nah, stay dangerous, get a n-gga scr-ped, right
huh, only gang, huh-huh, only squad
huh, smo ’til the day that i die
every day go, nah, huh (my n-gga lee, i think we got another one)
every day go by, i be ready for the turn-up
huh, hit the trap, get the work from my workers, uh
pick up the phone, tryna get a n-gga murdered, uh
he talking brazy, we gon’ leave him on his corner (what else?)
talking brazy, we gon’ leave him on his borner (n-gga, duh)
you with that ’til you ain’t with that
’til a n-gga pull up, now your people want some get-back
say you was in that ’til a n-gga in that
huh, spend a band, we’ll do that sh-t again, jack
huh, say you on that, huh, ’til i’m on that
huh, shoot some sh-t of your body that won’t grow back
say you pressin’, huh, ’til we press you
that bullsh-t you keep tryna do, i won’t let you
skuba steve back on that tip, mask off and sh-t
once we on your line, them apes ain’t never getting off your sh-t
shoot you in your eye, do it right before you crank
shoot him in the eye before he saw, i got baptized in wocky water
bet i f-ck somebody daughter, huh, you won’t catch me at the altar
b-tch, i’m married to the culture, b-tch, i’m married to the streets
you don’t know what they did for me, they took care all my enemies
they ride for me, on side for me, you godd-mn right they friend of me
you godd-mn right they kin to me
huh, sk!lla baby my mini-me
gon’ turn up, be a bigger me
he southwest t, i’m big meech
on the same sh-t like symmetry
on the same sh-t, that’s bymmetry
f-ck an old b-tch, now the same b-tch like, “you remember me? i know you do” (aw yeah)
my b-tch say she don’t wanna f-ck, huh, i know you do, huh
get more money, then hurt people like i’m supposed to do
driving full speed ahead, watch the motor move
i ain’t even hit the nos yet, i been broke the rules
[chorus]
they keep telling me to slow down
mmm, uh, but i always blow the yellow light
can’t let them n-ggas catch me lacking at the red light
like it’ll make them n-ggas’ day if i be dead, right? huh (aw yeah)
but i ain’t dying, huh, and they ain’t sliding, huh
and i ain’t hiding, cappin’ if they say they can’t find me
might commit a hate crime, huh, ’cause i hate slime, huh
from the baseline, up and under, do a n-gga shiesty

[outro]
ayy, aw yeah
ayy, ayy
oh, let’s go
ayy, aw yeah

- sada baby

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