Testo GAME 5 - Sada Baby
Testo della canzone GAME 5 (Sada Baby), tratta dall'album SHONUFF
(You cut up on this one JAY C)
(You know how we really do this shit)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Bitch I'm iced up, you see my J on
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I got hoes divin' on the floor like it's the playoffs
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Let me suck my feet and shoot a jump shot, huh
Catch a nigga, uh, talkin', he be done— (Hold up)
Catch a nigga talkin' brazy, he be done jumped off
Pedal to the metal, do the dash on the jump box
Uh, I'm gon' jump in that (Pussy), tell that ho what I say
Told her I'ma jump in that pussy like it's double dutch
Huh, yeah, Blood swing the K's like that what they do
Huh, yeah, Blood swing the K's like they jump rope
Nah, bitch quit playin' with the Blood 'cause he cutthroat
Huh, Mr. I Won't Hesitate To Tell You Get The Fuck On
Nah, Mr. We Ain't Got No Bricks Unless Them Bitches Stumped On
Huh, you don't know your mama like I know
Her, she my custo', now listen (Listen)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Bitch I'm iced up, you see my J on
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I got hoes divin' on the floor like it's the playoffs
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Bitch I'm iced up, you see my J on
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I got hoes divin' on the floor like it's the playoffs
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
On the left of me, Skilla standing with an SMG to the left of me
I'm too, huh, too, too, too, too, hold up
Turnt the whole neighborhood up with my recipe, listen
Whip cook, bink bink, then serve some
Make his baby mama give me head until I learn somethin'
Nail shots off the bookie blunts then I Perc' some
Uh, put my yeah in her yeah 'til she squirt some, listen
I don't miss, what they don't? (Hold up)
Now every nigga 'round this bitch wanna fight, huh
Be done punched a rappin' ass nigga in his eye
Put them bitches on his homies if he think shit sweet
Nah, put them niggas on his homies '
Cause they think shit sweet, hold up
Bronem gon' get on him if they think shit sweet
Uh-huh, loadin' up the yop and that's me goin' in
I gotta fuck another bitch just so I can keep breathin'
I gotta leave that bitch alone by the end of next evenin'
Then I gotta fuck her friend just to show her I mean it
Nah, I ain't shit type nigga, do what I please
Huh, after I bust a nut, I ain't got nothin' she need
Huh, thousand dollar cologne, I been retired that Creed
Huh, two hundred round drum on a brand new G15
Huh, hollow tips bubblin' out the tip of them greens
I'm straight up 'bout to do them bitches, makin' 'em bleed, listen
Trap house doin' everything 'cause it got everything
Nah, trap house doin' everything 'cause it got everything
Slapped out, beatin' on that bitch without no wedding ring
He crapped out, I'ma throw a nat, that nigga play with gang, listen
(Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga?)
Ayy, I be done hit his mama in the house he bought her
Huh, like 'course I did, huh, huh, fuck he mean?
Huh, he ain't gon' do shit 'bout it but get his ass beat, do it
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Bitch I'm iced up, you see my J on
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I got hoes divin' on the floor like it's the playoffs
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Bitch I'm iced up, you see my J on
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I got hoes divin' on the floor like it's the playoffs
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua White, Sada Baby
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Disclaimer:
i testi sono forniti da Musixmatch.
Per richieste di variazioni o rimozioni è possibile contattare
direttamente Musixmatch nel caso tu sia
un artista o
un publisher.