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letra de out the bricks* - sada baby

lyrics from snippets

[intro: trippie redd]
yeah
p-ssy n-gga said he gon’ k!ll me
hmm, i don’t give a f-ck, i’m gon’ die anyway, hahaha
tell ya, yeah, yeah

[chorus: trippie redd]
talk about them p’s, got a bunch, n-gga
wake up in the morning, brush my t–th and grab my gun, n-gga (gun)
forty on the wrist, color diamonds, captain crush, n-gga
oh, you sippin’ on triss, we sippin’ wock’, dumb n-gga
got it out the bricks, yeah, f-ck n-gga (f-ck n-gga, f-ck n-gga)
if you said it’s up, lil’ n-gga, then know it’s up with ya (it’s up)
best believe we gon’ find your b-tch ass, n-gga, i’m gon’ get up with ya
we nuts, if we come (bah), we gon’ bust at you (bah)

[sada baby]
[?] we give y’all n-ggas lunch [?]
some [?] wock’ in my cream soda (wock’)
it ain’t no [?] in it
play with [?], he gon’ die today, right now, come try your luck, n-gga
i’ll give a goofy all headshots, like is you dumb or naw?
you [?] n-ggas won’t [?] me no more bags, i be runnin’ off
bust cuban, and rose-gold presi’, blind ya, that’s a hundred off
f-ck the stage, i ain’t doin’ no more shows unless my gun involved

[chorus: trippie redd & icewear veezo]
talk about them p’s, got a bunch, n-gga
wake up in the morning, brush my t–th and grab my gun, n-gga (gun)
forty on the wrist, color diamonds, captain crush, n-gga
oh, you sippin’ on triss, we sippin’ wock’, dumb n-gga
got it out the bricks, yeah, f-ck n-gga (f-ck n-gga, f-ck n-gga)
if you said it’s up, lil’ n-gga, then know it’s up with ya (it’s up, you know it’s up then)
best believe we gon’ find your b-tch ass, n-gga, i’m gon’ get up with ya
we nuts, if we come (bah), we gon’ bust at you (bah)

[verse 2: icewear veezo]
trippin’ off the red with trippie redd
veez’ keep countin’ up blues (okay)
you already dead if me and my mans get to walkin’ up to you (bang)
like a b-tch gave me head, her and her friend, yeah, they ’bout to do it
if you ain’t got no bands, i’m just sayin’, don’t talk about no music
[?] all my clothes…

[chorus: trippie redd]
talk about them p’s, got a bunch, n-gga
wake up in the morning, brush my t–th and grab my gun, n-gga (gun)
forty on the wrist, color diamonds, captain crush, n-gga
oh, you sippin’ on triss, we sippin’ wock’, dumb n-gga
got it out the bricks, yeah, f-ck n-gga (f-ck n-gga, f-ck n-gga)
if you said it’s up, lil’ n-gga, then know it’s up with ya (it’s up)
best believe we gon’ find your b-tch ass, n-gga, i’m gon’ get up with ya
we nuts, if we come (bah), we gon’ bust at you (bah)

- sada baby

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