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letra de pony down - sada baby

hm, my young n-gga religious, huh
he believe in god, but he don’t believe in n-ggas, huh
how could you blame him, most of y’all boys be b-tches, huh
he don’t wanna hang with you n-ggas, y’all be snitchin’, huh
i believe in shaking n-ggas down for what they owe me, huh
i believe in breaking b-tches down if they know me
d-ck in your b-tch, huh, huh, she can’t control it
lil’ blood hop up out that stolie with that guitar, rock-and-roll ’em
we gon’ wrap them n-ggas up, get ’em balled up, hm
we knew it was up, soon as they called us
got the yoppa with the legs, do a walk-up
n-ggas want a timeout when all they people get to dying
i done seen a fake n-gga look me in my face and lie
for that there reason right there i can’t let sh-t slide
i’m gon make sure we gon’ ride, make sure that n-gga get fried
catch yo’ lame ass outside
on my mama, we gon’ flip lil’ buddy up-side
down, huh, let me find out, huh
you know that your people told me where you hiding out
how you thought i was a hoe? b-tch i’m the goat even in your town
i got n-ggas in the o will leave your noodles on the ground
got some cuddos in the ten, they’a drive them couple miles
knock the wings off a bird, bullets free for some clout
knock the diamonds out a high yellow rich n-gga mouth
knock the blood out a brown skinned b-tch n-ggas snout
body shots’ll make him crouch, like he tryna move some bowels
make this chopper wheel of fortune, this lil’ b-tch’ll spit out vowels
i got married to this sh-t, but i forgot to say my vows
moving crack like this sh-t 1998, it’s in the vows
police pulled up my files, hm, they lookin’ like “wow”, huh
never been to trial, huh, them b-tches asking like “how?”, huh
b-tch, ’cause i don’t snitch, huh, i’m gon’ get rich, huh
i love my clique, huh, any n-gga i shot at got hit, hm
uh, this a message for them n-ggas think they up one
i’m baking a cake for y’all boys, know you want some
you know that oven back on since you left me breathing
you better hope when i get home that b-tch ain’t overheating
if you get shot for no reason, it ain’t for no reason, hm
lil’ blood and ’em been hungry, they for sure eating, huh
i point my elbow at a n-gga that i don’t need
they gon’ twist a n-gga cap like he some o.e
the glass bottle, not that plastic bullsh-t
jj got a problem, he smiling shooting the full clip
i only f-ck with two n-ggas i went to school with
i don’t trust nare n-gga on no cool sh-t, huh
n-ggas s’posed to been my brother, but he played blood
now, him and all his brothers getting they graves dug
could give a f-ck who you is, they can’t save nun’
better hope yo’ kids don’t walk outside, get sprayed up, huuh

- sada baby

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