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letra de pressikan - sada baby

[intro]
hmm
(ooh, [?])
hope a n-gga don’t think he-

[chorus]
hope a n-gga don’t think he sweet, huh
huh, hope a n-gga don’t think i’m sleep, huh
slide on whoever, i ain’t trippin’ on no pressure
we press sh-t, huh
leave a n-gga where i met him, get him left quick, huh
i do worst sh-t to the best b-tch
i get me a heavy check, make a mess with it
make the big bands, get the big bands, f-ck ’em up
make the big racks, get the big racks, f-ck ’em up

[verse 1]
f-ck a opp, tell his b-tch ass i’ll f-ck him up
all my n-ggas top shottas, ain’t no runner ups
we the type of n-ggas pop choppas when they runnin’ up
get the drop, make him drop out like he a one-and-done, huh
scoob a lotto pick, huh, first overall, huh
two straps on me, huh, fn overalls
wish my opps’ll tell the truth, we been hoein’ y’all, huh
all my opps know it’s the truth, we been smokin’ y’all, huh
quit cappin’, you know scoob been sendin’ sh-t
real big dawg with them apes, they gon’ feel that sh-t
we be everywhere the slimes at, tryna k!ll them n-ggas
banana clips and ar choppa sticks, we gon’ peel them b-tches
your man’s a b-tch, he know i’m on tip, i’ll split his sh-t
hunnid rounds, we got hollow tips for every clique they with
we’ll k!ll an army of them n-ggas ’cause i got a army
gang, gang, still be in atlanta with a fire starter
we pull right up to texas tryna throw a party
catch a lil’ n-gga not payin’ attention, draco hit an artery
retaliation in my blood, revenge a part of me
i want a body, i don’t give a f-ck ’bout no arguin’
my big brother want a life, we gon’ take that
that’s the only motherf-ckin’ thing that add up to pay back
big ice, new baguettes, good shake back
more money than they ever had, know they hate that
we be outside on the town with the straps on it
ridin’ through another n-gga hood with them racks on us
boolin’ in another n-gga bity with them bands, huh
stewie with me, everywhere i go, he on y’all ass
pull up, make y’all crash, in some fast sh-t, haul ass
shoot the yopper through the glass, pull up throw my bags
slide back to my hood, ride back to my sack
hit the studio and rap about all them n-ggas dead
hit the funeral and slap his grandmoma while she cryin’
catch a internet thug offline, line him up
push a n-gga, gon’ end up dead, that’s why he had stop replyin’, hmm
i had to shoot him with the strap ’cause it was mad, huh
i gotta keep an extra phone for the gram, hmm
you know we play it how we wanna, outta town
cook a n-gga ’bout that beef on the ground
ground beef break a b-tch taco, make her smile
we make n-ggas throw they tacos whenever they around
they’ll never win a round if we strapped up with rounds
had [j-toolio?], pull up to n-ggas studio, he’ll do that
that’s my lil’ brother, that’s what you got to know that they ain’t knew this
back when i had the lil’ dreads, he had the two braids, huh
lil’ bro a crip, i’m piru but we [?], huh
we’ll k!ll a n-gga for each other to get some new paper
put our best work in and drive him like a new ‘tayga
his baby momma know when it’s bummin’ like a due date
me and all my n-ggas tied in like a shoelace
i got a green light with that chopper like it’s 2k
i can’t keep f-ckin’ on that booty if it’s too fake, duh
[chorus]
hope a n-gga don’t think he sweet, huh
huh, hope a n-gga don’t think i’m sleep, huh
slide on whoever, i ain’t trippin’ on no pressure
we press sh-t, huh
leave a n-gga where i met him, get him left quick, huh
i do worst sh-t to the best b-tch
i get me a heavy check, make a mess with it
make the big bands, get the big bands, f-ck ’em up
make the big racks, get the big racks, f-ck ’em up

- sada baby

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