Testo 2K20 - Sada Baby
Testo della canzone 2K20 (Sada Baby), tratta dall'album Skuba Sada 2 (Deluxe)
Faked them niggas out, they thought I went on tour
I ain't even wanna go, been tryna start a war
I'm in all the parties with it, standin' on the bars
Run up on police with Dolla, smack that nigga car
Niggas talkin' jewelry, I spent a hundred large
I'ma spend that shit again because you can't do it
Hard body, bet I beat a body like I'm Ray Lewis
Carbon-carbon, act retarded, only get you dropped with it
Pull up in my hood when I want to, boy, that's my shit
G at Chino, JJ, Mama Teesha know I got this
Get to rappin' like I'm Draco, but this ain't Block Party
Talk to niggas with my Draco and make his block party
I can't rap beef, I won't get my niggas locked up
This lil' rap shit 'bout to get some niggas boxed up
See me in person, know you ain't fuckin' with the size up
Swing on a nigga, then bust his homies when they line up
Big ten milli' pokin' out, I can't hide it
I'm outside on Maxwell, like, where the slide at?
I know damn well they know better not to try that
Free Coke Baby, I hit your BM with a side step, ayy
Old nigga mad I'm fuckin' on his cousin
Niggas that I know through other niggas actin' like they thuggin'
Boy, you a bitch and a ho and you ain't gon' touch me
I was minding my business, doin' my thing, now I'm back on ho shit
Heat check, nigga, fire, keep that, nigga
I'm in your baby mama whip, I got the seat back, nigga
She talkin' back, I beat her ass and threw her keys back, nigga
Still made her hit the road, can you believe that? I know you can
Niggas in they feelings, wanted features
And I hoed they ass, hahahaha
He want smoke, so I'm gon' load the mag, we got toes to tag
Oh my God, we got hoes to bag with they nosey-ass, hahaha, yeah, ayy
Bitch, I'm Freaky Kuz with a K, I make my nina bust
I'm the leader of the Eastside Apes, don't get your nieces fucked
High-speed chase, me and Dolla, bro-bro speed it up
I got lean in cup, roll my window down, I'm leaving blood, hahahaha
Huh, bitch, I'm leaving blood
On the sidewalk in the middle of his people, blood
Mr. Make the Dog Food Walk on Water
A nigga try me, he gon' die, put that on Maquell daughter, ayy, huh
Faked them niggas out, they thought I went on tour
I ain't even wanna go, been tryna start a war
I'm in all the parties with it, standin' on the bars
Run up on police with Dolla, smack that nigga car
Nah, nigga, fuck that
We can't hit your block once, bitch, we gotta bum back
Drums ain't empty, bullets ain't even hit your son yet
Wait, how you think I know your bitch?
That might not be your son, jack
Ign'ant, been retarded, this ain't nothin' new to niggas
I put icing on your ho lil' booty, tossed a strudel with it
Spot worker, hit you with that bag, what you gon' do with it?
Stupid, I lined your ass up and got you noodle with it
It's up, it's stuck, give no fucks, ain't no passes
Hmm, that fire melt a pussy nigga like he plastic, ayy
I bust a brick in your baby tub, savage nigga
Have made a sandwich in your kitchen, I'm a classic nigga
I mean classic, I'm Blood, I'm the real wolf
Talkin' out the side of your neck gon' get your head whooped
Got the wham on the whoopty, on God, I'll blam
Knock a nigga off that nag with that mag, Jackson Samuel, huh
Faked them niggas out, they thought I went on tour
I ain't even wanna go, been tryna start a war
I'm in all the parties with it, standin' on the bars
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Writer(s): Casada Sorrell, Craig Jenkins
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