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Sada Baby

"Detroit Red"

Hey hey hey hey hey hey!
I get the impression you think that I'm da lil dog
You treat me like dat
Imma pull this choppa and knock yo lid off
Perky lift off
I got dem bands on me, I'm gettin off
Aye knock that sh*t off
Before lil blood nem' knock yo sh*t off (hey!)

I think these n*ggas think Sada be on dat tit for tat
We don't do no back and forth scuba
Just bought some sticks for dat
I know what you askin for
You gon get you a clip with dat
Click-clack!
Walkin with dem cans, like it's a six pack (uh!)

n*ggas real petty, n*ggas real broke
n*ggas really b*tches, n*ggas really hoes
I used to get in trouble, now I'm gettin foreigns
I'll kill yo daughter daddy, don't play round wit me boy
n*ggas really punks, ain't pulled up on me once
I ain't gon play wit none
Four nem' gone put you in the trunk
I been in a slump, still 40'd up
Fat Man pour me up, Pupu hand my cup
n*gga say I got the big head
Cause yo b*tch call me big head
I still let her know that sh*t dead
Cause I been playin round with dem big bands
15 hunnid on joggers
25 bands my chain
PGK my gang
b*tch google my name (uh!)

I get the impression you think dat I'm the lil dog
You treat me like that
Imma pull this choppa and knock yo lid off
Perky lift off
I got dem bands on me, I'm getting off
Aye knock that sh*t off
Before lil blood nem' knock yo sh*t off (hey!)

I think these n*ggas think Sada be on dat tit for tat
We don't do no back and forth scuba
Just bought some sticks for that
I know what you askin for
You gon get you a clip with dat
Click-clack!
Walkin with dem cans, like it's a six pack (uh!)

Hop up out the bed (aye yeah)
Got my sauce on
Thirty thousand dollars worth of shoes
Just to walk on
Young Detroit Red
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Chopstick, pop a b*tch
And burn her like a hot comb


n*ggas really soft
4-5, make em Milly Rock
n*ggas ain't really my bros
Most of these n*ggas really opps
n*ggas really poor
You can have dem n*ggas, dey yours
Sore loser ass n*ggas
Wasn't even in the race for the award
How da f*ck these n*ggas in dey feelings?
I wasn't in mine
I was broke than a b*tch
These mof*ckin' n*ggas was out here shinin'
Now I'm out here all the time
And these n*ggas waitin in line lyin' (yo)
Lame ass n*gga
I'm the only one of my kind (yo)
Baby mama so fine, yo son f*ck around and be mine
n*ggas really f*ck n*ggas
Why I be like f*ck a n*gga
f*ck around, gotta beat up a n*gga
Ain't neva been no sucka n*gga, to duck a n*gga
I pull up, been den busted a n*gga
Rushed a n*gga to the hospital myself
Shoot him again, put the chop stick on the shelf
You n*ggas no help
So I do it all on my lone (lone)
Whip dough wit my left, got my right hand on da phone (phone)
Push start that foreign
ET phone home, home on the Eastside wit my killas


Look like a remix to Thriller (uh!)
Chain hitting through da night (uh!)
Zombie eyes in the light (uh!)
Bitin b*tches on sight (uh!)
First class my flight (uh!)
You skip class for a pint (uh!)
Gettin ass, and fighting (uh!)
Recent passed indictments (uh!)
My ex b*tch still like me (uh!)
In love wit the finest (uh!)
Actavis and pink diamonds (uh!)
Cookie cleared my sinus (uh!)
Free, I'm Michael Primus (uh!)
Scuba, Michael Myers
Knife a n*gga, he dying
Sada Baby, Optimus Prime
Transform a n*gga with dis nine (uhhhhh!)

I get the impression, you think dat I'm da lil dog
You treat me like dat
Imma pull this choppa and knock yo lid off
Perky lift off
I got dem bands on me, I'm gettin off
Aye knock that sh*t off
Before lil blood nem' knock yo sh*t off (hey!)

I think these n*ggas think Sada be on dat tit for tat
We don't do no back and forth scuba
Just bought some sticks for that
I know what you askin for
You gon get you a clip with dat
Click-clack!
Walkin wit dem cans, like it's a six pack (UH!)

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