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letra de skubahoodblocklub - sada baby

[verse 1: blocboy jb]
i can’t ever let you treat me like a ho n-gga
that’s a hundred racks up to my head, i ain’t no broke n-gga
green light, on go n-gga
shoot you with no mask on
shooters on the roof, i know they get they steve nash on
b-tch imma smash on
crash on
call up bro and pass on
a ho, i cannot spend my last on
n-gga imma blast on
[?] mag on
i heard a n-gga rappin [?] on
your money ain’t long, that sh-t too short
we smoke some n-ggas on your block, like a [?]
your b-tch ait getting payed, well you need another resource
them 223 bullits seperate you like a divorce

[verse 2: sada baby]
i get off that drank, and get to acting different
pull up shooting at them n-ggas, specially if they snitching
i ain’t talk to n0body, can’t leave no wittness
i done left a bunch of bodies, [?]
hit him up, he need a casket, don’t need no stitches
scuba steve master p, i don’t see no limits
i might walk a n-gga down with a handgun
used to take thousand dollar hits off my samsung
i will see a opp [?] up top [?]lame ass b-tch shouldn’t have drove up my block
i just bought seven sticks, i’m sick of everybody
and i got a new 45 for the close range
gotta cop a [?], for the whole day
[?] scuba oj
bussin down brick after brick of that [?]
hoodrich, scuba, blocboy, ain’t for no games
[verse 3: hoodrich pablo juan]
i was broke, i ain’t going back like rosa parks
whippin in the foreign car, let the top crop
firing up the dope, i heard a opp got shot
we got all kind of dope, just come and shop at the trap spot
n-ggas they gon slide, but pull up on you at the hotbox
[?] like hop scotch, [?] lunch box
[?] tryna eat [?]
i know she a freak, but i still [?]
[?] i ain’t slippin n-gga, i’m wearing cleets
only want the money, cut that b-tch off in a heartbeat
perks and the lean, they say i’m gonna end up like pimp c
feel like [?], give [?]

- sada baby

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