Testo Dumbass - Sada Baby
Testo della canzone Dumbass (Sada Baby), tratta dall'album Bartier Bounty
(Ooh, RJ)
Tell your bitch to look at me while I'm-
RJ always trippin', man
RJ always trippin', man
Ayy, tell your b- to look at me while I'm speakin' to you
You forgot I hit that b- before she was your b-
Even while you was with her, couldn't give her no d-
When you was gettin' off, I was leavin' your crib
Takin' sh- on your toilet, playin' with your kids
Like tell your b- to look at me while I'm speakin' to you
It's a lot of real sh- I've been meanin' to do
You couldn't dance like me if you needed to groove
Guess I set the tone, you lil' n- needed some moves (ugh)
Guess I set the tone, chopper movin', Reggaeton
Blood on my herringbone, won't leave me the - alone
I say do it, do it, do it if that b- wanna do it to me
Shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, you a killer, gotta prove it to me
F- 'round with dawg, we don't f- 'round with law
Get that pack in or we just get that backend, no shorts
He on my end, them n- gotta tap in, no choice
Want a damn slice, Skuba 40 make him surfboard
She want Sada d-, say that she gon' twerk for it
Hell no, lazy b-, hit the road, work for it
Drop a four in that soda, pop a couple Percs for it
Put a nine thousand pack (ayy) up your Bebe skirt for it (ugh)
How a n- lil' sister say she want some MAC makeup?
Can't get it for her, last time that we laid up
Came out the bathroom, she was on my Facebook
Cocked a right hand back, hit her with a straight hook
B-, don't be playin' with my money phone
That's that line I get bags and get money on
N- always want a snitch n- to come home
N- must be snitchin' too, baby, somethin' wrong
Ayy, we do real n- dance moves, n-, you can't touch those
I get money, I'm as happy as my custos
Brand new rockstars with a dumb roll
I'm a rockstar, I'll hit him with a drumroll
See a opp, then it's crunch time, bag a combo
See a opp, then it's punch time, TJ Combo
Trap lookin' like the lunch line by the combos
Bet you I can f- eight b- with a blindfold
Hit a opp with the ugly shot like I'm Lonzo
Catch a opp in the mornin' time like Alonzo
40 make him do the funny dance like Alfonso
Bet you I can get eight bricks gone pronto
I do my dance way better than you do it
So - watch me do it
And I shoot my .45 way better than you
So lil' - let me shoot it
And I'm gon' f- your b- way better than you
Even though you don't want me to do it
And 'bout five n- with me right now
Got CC dubs, wanna call police, can't do it
We legal with these straps (ayy, uh)
Still illegal with these traps (ayy, uh)
Shoot a n- like it's craps (ayy, uh)
I give h- don't give daps (ayy, uh)
I raise h- don't raise kids (ayy, uh)
F- her face and shoot my kids (ayy, uh)
'Cause I dance like I did (uh)
Make these n- look like feds with this sh- (ayy, uh)
You forgot I hit that b- before she was your b- (uh)
Even while you was with her, couldn't give her no d- (uh)
When you was gettin' off, I was leavin' your crib (uh)
Takin' sh- on your toilet, playin' with your kids (uh)
Like tell your b- to look at me while I'm speakin' to you (uh)
It's a lot of real shit I've been meanin' to do (uh)
You couldn't dance like me if you needed to groove (uh)
Guess I set the tone, you lil' n- needed some moves (ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)
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Writer(s): Casada Aaron Sorrell, Rayshawn Lamont Gordon
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