Testo No Talkin - Sada Baby
Testo della canzone No Talkin (Sada Baby), tratta dall'album Skuba Sada 2 (Deluxe)
Really just had to, ayy (Ryder just had to do it)
I really just had to shoot it, though, I really just had to move it
You know my side be boolin', you know my guys is ruthless
Hmm, I really just had to, ooh (ayy)
I ain't tryna talk to dawg (mm-mm), ain't tryna talk to y'all
Matter fact, I ain't talkin' at all (nah), nah (nah), nah, nah
- better not push me off, unless she get me off
-ch, you better not read me wrong (nah), nah (nah), nah
Lil' lame -, get out my face, tell your - get out my way
We don't give a f- 'bout what you say, I ain't got no time to play
Lil' lame -, get out my face, tell your - get out my way (out my way)
We don't give a f- 'bout what you say, I ain't got no time to play (hol' up)
Uh, let me start my engine (do it), yeah, we gon' act ignant (do it)
Me gotta get it (do it), yeah, big hunnids and 50s (do it)
Let me hop up in this, smooth shot, now you out your feelings, ooh
I just left dinner, Philippe Chow, good lobster and shi', ayy (ooh)
I got five new chains (let's do it), e'rybody love when I do my thang, ooh (they do)
She gon' scream my name (okay), she get to lick my -, hmm (mhm)
I just left off-stage, huh (I did), still move bricks bocaine, huh (we do)
I ain't playin' no games (nah), came in this - with my whole gang, ayy (big squad, huh)
I ain't tryna talk to dawg, ain't tryna talk to y'all
Matter fact, I ain't talkin' at all, nah, nah (nah, nah)
- better not push me off (mm-mm), unless she get me off (okay)
-ch, you better not read me wrong (nah), nah (nah), nah, nah
Lil' lame -, get out my face (okay), tell your - get out my way (okay)
We don't give a f- 'bout what you say (mm-mm), I ain't got no time to play (mm-mm)
Lil' lame -, get out my face (mm-mm), tell your - get out my way (ayy)
We don't give a f- 'bout what you say, I ain't got no time to play (ooh, hol' up, -, mm-mm)
Let me check my pockets, ooh, yup, got a whole lotta dollars, uh (got a whole lotta dollars)
Check yo' baby mama (check yo' baby mama), ooh, yup, got a whole lotta mileage (that -ch a h-)
I up that choppa, ain't no - way we stoppin', hmm (bang-bang, bang-bang)
I be on the block with all my - like we on a clock (it's like it's a job)
We send some shots just to show you how we rock (bang-bang-bang)
I drop a pop just to show you how I get hot, hmm (-, this drank)
Ain't up in my feelings, I see you all up in yours
I'm on, I plugged my man's, his feet all up in 'em doors (ayy, big squad, huh)
I ain't tryna talk to dawg, ain't tryna talk to y'all (mm-mm)
Matter fact, I ain't talkin' at all, nah, nah (nah, nah)
Lil' - better not push me off, unless she get me off
-ch, you better not read me wrong (nah), nah (nah), nah, nah
Lil' lame -, get out my face, tell your - get out my way
We don't give a f- 'bout what you say (mm-mm), I ain't got no time to play (mm-mm)
Lil' lame -, get out my face, tell your - get out my way (move)
We don't give a f- 'bout what you say (never), I ain't got no time to play, mm-mm (ayy, huh)
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Writer(s): Casada Sorrell, Ryder Johnson
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