Testo Black Harlow - Sada Baby
Testo della canzone Black Harlow (Sada Baby), tratta dall'album Skuba Sada 2.5
Mm (ay, Knox This That Wave), oh-oh
Ah, huh
Me and yo' bitch gon' have sex if she look me in my eyes
Me and yo' ho just met, already on Valentine
You and yo' niggas gettin' left, huh, me and mines gettin' right
Nick a nigga in his neck with this nasty-ass 9
Pop a Perc', throw up my set, hang the yopper out the ride
I can't give a fan no hug if they don't understand my five
They don't understand my side, they don't understand my pride
Me and my niggas out for blood, you and your niggas 'bout to die
I can't show a nigga love, he ain't ready for the slide
Said I can't show a nigga love if he ain't ready for the slide
He ain't turnt up like me, he ain't on tip like I
Get a burnt-up white tee, get to fuckin' with my squad, ooh-ooh, ooh-whoo
I had an attitude problem, yeah, stay angry, huh
Get your bitch booty naked, go May-May, huh
Keep a stick on my person, ain't for play-play
Keep a brick or two, we workin', got that yay-yay (uh-huh)
I might fly your BM out with her lyin' ass
Fuck 'round, stuff a script in her fine ass
AR got an army issue clip, where you find that?
Ain't get that bitch from Action Impact, that's on five 'nem
Few of my niggas got them CC-dubs, why we ridin' with 'em
Few of my niggas don't, but on God, still on sight with 'em
We'll shoot you up if you want it or fight with you
Lately I ain't had no time for it, got them pipes on us
Huh, pack this bitch up, huh, light this bitch up, huh
This ain't no stick-up, huh, but them sticks up, ooh
He stuck with the boo-boo face, he got his bitch fucked, huh
Got her picked up, yeah, she ate the dick up
Y'all don't spin no blocks, spend no money, y'all don't spend nothin'
She get dick, we get on y'all ass and we get money
Always tryna flip somethin', a nigga or his pickup
The ho gon' give me head 'til she half-dead and got the hiccups
I ain't got no problem with you, but I still up a choppa on you
You gotta play by Sada 'nem rules, wild man, hit a nigga with a bottle, he through
Stick his bottle up, get to sockin' on dude, get rich, follow up, get to firin' on dude
Then I'ma take a hoodrat right to the room, can't no lame nigga fuck up my mood, whoo
Keep the party goin' like it's Mardi Gras, got the flamethrower, made him body dawg
I was mindin' my motherfuckin' bidness, I wasn't even tryna bother y'all
I ain't scared of you, nigga, not at all, I ain't sparin' you, gang tied it off
Put a fare on you, we gon' round it off, to the nearest thousand, then knock you off
Get 2K, we drop you off, still shoot your man's, he not involved
Sell 8-balls look like cotton balls, tell my fiend I'm gettin' off
Ain't none of them got no fentanyl, I could never rip 'em off
Them motherfuckers got my people rich off dawg, duh
Pop a Perc', throw up my set, hang the yopper out the ride
I can't give a fan no hug if they don't understand my five
They don't understand my side, they don't understand my pride
Me and my niggas out for blood, you and your niggas 'bout to die
I can't show a nigga love, he ain't ready for the slide
Said I can't show a nigga love if he ain't ready for the slide
He ain't turnt up like me, he ain't on tip like I
Get a burnt-up white tee, get to fuckin' with my squad, ooh-ooh, ooh-whoo
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Writer(s): Casada Sorrell, Brandon Alexander Alves
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