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letra de buckhead bounty - sada baby

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[intro: sada baby]
it’s that eastside, ain’t it?
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (hoo)

[verse 1: sada baby]
it ain’t no n-gga with this watch
ain’t no n-gga with this chain (no)
ain’t no n-gga with this chop (no)
we gon’ drop a n-gga ballgame (bang, bang, bang, bang)
i can’t stand n-ggas so we comin’ out sprayin’ n-ggas, get the chop out and land with it
them ten bricks, i got my hands in ’em, i’m gettin’ them grams mixed (hol’ up)
ain’t no n-gga gon’ disrespect me, ain’t no n-gga gon’ try, hey (uh)
now a b-tch got the best meat, i be hooin’ b-tches on live, ayy (that’s you)
ain’t no n-gga who wanna smoke ever sent shots to my side, ayy (never)
any n-gga who wanna smoke, we the first shots to get fired, ayy
like, ask dz, ask jesus christ, you know i ain’t lyin’ (uh)
please believe mе, i got big bands next to my .9
like, ain’t no n-gga, ain’t no n-gga gon’ evеr f-ck with my kids
and i got dracos with the .50’s, i got fully autos and semi’s (ooh)
now i got blood on my rolex ’cause a n-gga thought i wasn’t ’bout it
i don’t give a f-ck about this foreign, i’ll up a big strap and hop out it
i’m like cookie blunts [?] out it (n-gga)
she got a plug, how ’bout it? (yeah)
gon’ bully me, i doubt it (yeah)
i’m the bully, b-tch i’m wildin’
[chorus: sada baby]
like, you don’t know nothin’ n-gga, uh-uh (uh-uh)
smokin’ pounds every day, like, you don’t know nothin’ n-gga, uh-uh (uh-uh)
when the turnaround’s in the wraith, like, you don’t know nothin’ n-gga, uh-uh (uh-uh)
g [?] in her pocketbook (uh-uh)
stunt on n-ggas who doubted us (ok)
gang-gang ’til we out of guns (uh)

[verse 2: tokyo jetz]
you don’t know nothin’, b-tch

[chorus: sada baby]
like, you don’t know nothin’ n-gga, uh-uh
smokin’ pounds every day, like, you don’t know nothin’ n-gga, uh-uh
when the turnaround’s in the wraith, like, you don’t know nothin’ n-gga, uh-uh
g [?] in her pocketbook
stunt on n-ggas who doubted us
gang-gang ’til we out of guns

[outro: sada baby]
like, you don’t know nothin’ n-gga, uh-uh
smokin’ pounds every day, like, you don’t know nothin’ n-gga, uh-uh
when the turnaround’s in the wraith, like, you don’t know nothin’ n-gga, uh-uh
g [?] in her pocketbook
stunt on n-ggas who doubted us
gang-gang ’til we out of guns, uh

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