Testo Next Up - Sada Baby feat. Tee Grizzley
Testo della canzone Next Up (Sada Baby feat. Tee Grizzley), tratta dall'album Next Up (feat. Tee Grizzley)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, good morning
Big old Grizzly gang
(Helluva made the beat, baby)
Frost on my Rollie like grass in the morning
I'on fuck with him, he try to shake my hand, I'ma hoe him
Paranoid, reachin' for your pants, I might smoke you
I'on fuck with her, only hit her line when I'm horny
Gucci raincoat that look like money when it's stormy (okay)
Wake up on Chanel, I look like money in the morning
I get fresh for nothing, look like money when I'm pointless (okay)
I keep buying pointers, riding thousand horses, yeah
I won't let a nigga check me
Won't ever let a nigga disrespect me (okay)
That bitch fuckin' soon as she met me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't fuck with her because she nasty
But I fuck with her because she nasty
All in public, she know how to keep it classy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
A fucked up predicament is what you put yo'self in
Nigga look like he gon' snitch, I pull that bitch on my mans (on God)
You was down, they was up, niggas really ain't your kin (uh-uh)
You could be a real nigga, dig deep, look within (huh)
Benihana grub, look like camels hump (rush hour)
I can't fit no guns in this Lambo' truck (no)
Hmm, spent another dub, bitch, I ran it up (huh)
Your bitch fell in love, she can't stand no scrubs
I'd say this Rolex was twenty-eight thousand (huh)
Whole kit cost a nigga house, yes
If I drop another chain, you can't doubt that
Caught a nigga baby mama in the mousetraps
Me and Tee same song, easy two mil'
Wait 'til I really turn up, that's 'bout two bil'
Hit the club, fuck it up, never too pill
I got a hundred on before I sign my new deal (on God)
I might eat your bitch pussy with my new grill (yeah)
Or put this Roxy in her booty, how this blue feel? (Bitch)
Snort a line of top xan off this new seal (ooh, ooh)
30 clip, HD, Jerry P, new feel
I won't let a nigga check me (that's a fact)
Won't ever let a nigga disrespect me (that's a fact)
That bitch fuckin' soon as she met me (on God)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't fuck with her because she nasty
But I fuck with her because she nasty
All in public, she know how to keep it classy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye
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Writer(s): Terry Wallace, Martin Mccurtis, Casada Aaron Sorrell
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