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 food stamp felons - sada baby

[intro: sk!lla baby]
(mia jay c)
huh
(you cut up on this one, jay c)
ayy, huh

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
now n-ggas wanna flock to me, i thought they didn’t rock with me (huh)
blackball on me for these n-ggas think they stoppin’ me
load my strap and slide every time i think about ’em poppin’ me (huh)
hustle all year, these n-ggas think i hit the lottery (huh)
fah, fah, fah, that sh-t sound like a glock to me (huh)
takin’ dog body to my grave, can’t get it out of me (huh)
the opps can’t stay off the ‘net ’cause they not that p (huh)
i was raised by gangsters, n-gga, i’m a g (huh)
told ’em i’d give ’em game, just not for free (huh)
told them lil’ n-ggas they can hang, just not with me (huh)
these n-ggas say thеy gon’ k!ll me, i’ma see (huh)
the hook think they gon’ fl!ck mе, i’ma flee (huh)
sada told me these n-ggas hoes, i agree (huh)
really buy a n-gga’s mama house, that’s my property (huh)
you know me, i’m one of one, it ain’t a lot of me
i’ma drop a n-gga mama if that n-gga think he droppin’ me, huh

[verse 2: sada baby]
make a n-gga act tough out of— hold up, huh
make a n-gga act tough out of state ’cause we blew up his street
shoot them n-ggas up the street, naw, scoot them n-ggas up the street
boot them n-ggas up the street, i’m shootin’ up, they f-ck with me
sk!lla said these n-ggas don’t live they raps, i said, “i must agree”
huh, walk up on a n-gga family barbecue, act like cousin pete
huh, pull a bl!ck to wake that n-gga up, then put that boy to sleep
huh, honestly, i got more than n-ggas that think he— huh
honestly, we got more than n-ggas, think he paid
naw, honestly, i never heard of n-ggas, f-ck he sayin’?
naw, honestly, they feelings hurt because lil’ bro the— oh
honestly, they feelings hurt because lil’ bro the man
huh, crank, i ain’t worried ’bout them n-ggas ’cause they frail
who gon’ tell if i up the hammer on him with the nails?
got my own cash, f-ck a cash app, f-ck a zelle
you be talkin’ ’bout another n-gga sh-t, you ezal, f-ck
f-ck his sister, tell that lil’ ho, “bye, felicia,” huh, huh
i got bricks the same color condoleezza
[verse 3: sk!lla baby]
huh, i’m tryna pay for the body with my visa (huh)
ballin’ with an attitude, trevor ariza (huh)
every time i seen an opp, he gettin’ shot or beat up (huh)
that p-ssy a-grade, but them titties d-cups (huh)
n-ggas get buckeyed when they see us (huh)
we playin’ tall on everybody, let ’em team up (huh)
brodie blowin’ on biscotti, he got beamed up
‘fore the out-of-town n-ggas come here, they better brief us (huh)
told my baby i’ma k!ll him if he snitch (huh)
goin’ crazy gettin’ money, i might be rich (huh)
i ain’t got nothin’ for a freak b-tch (huh)
paid me with his friend life, thought he had a free kit, huh

[verse 4: sada baby]
tell them n-ggas link up, they gon’ die together, huh
birds— naw, huh (hold up)
lames with the same old-n-gga ways tend to flock together, huh
i ain’t got nothin’ for a freak b-tch, huh
gun plug for the low, got the cheap switches, huh
f-cked around and missed a shot, i ain’t gon’ keep missin’
naw, put a one up on his block, they gon’ remix it
be done threw a hail mary pass, f-ck the defense
huh, huh, touchdown, huh, huh, first down
huh, you gon’ catch them bullets over everybody, megatron
huh, every time i pick the chop up, i can’t set it down
naw, sk!lla knew your mom was home because he bought the house
naw, ever since a n-gga got caught, ain’t caught no n-ggas out
naw, every time we tried to slide again, them n-ggas don’t be ’round, duh

- sada baby

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS