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Sada Baby

"Oladipo"

[Intro]
Trauma Tone
Ayy

[Chorus]
Ayy, what the f*ck them n*ggas deep for?
If I call my people, they'll be deceased though
Young n*gga got reach, and I ain't even reach though
And I got a blonde bad b*tch with that beach house
And I got the old cougar b*tch with the teeth out, I'm playin'
That'd be some crazy ass neck, I'm just sayin'
If rap b*tch got a crazy ass check out my mans
I demand an icy ass mess out these bands

[Verse]
She gon' make it sloppy, huh, all I want is sloppy, huh
All she want is solid, huh, she don't know nobody, huh
She don't know her daddy, huh, guess who she call Daddy? Huh
That young n*gga that stretch the work out long like Laffy Taffys
That young n*gga that got the trap, steal sauce like Krabby Pattys
You know we flip it, acrobatics, gymnastics for satisfaction
You know that Draco automatic, look nasty, it's good for fashion, yeah
Got a big old mansion, flat action in Calabasas, yeah
Banana, bana, bana, bo-bana, that's how I hit your girl
My Arab wrapped his head like Nick Cannon, we 'bout to kill the world
You know I am not 'bout to serve you, the nerve of you
To pull up on my curb, I should murder you, I'm word of you, huh
Put your auntie on my payroll, veteran prostitute, huh
Unc', he like Vince Carter with that b*tch, veterans gotta shoot, huh
Get a pop, drop a deuce, get a chop, drop an opp, count my blessings
Exotic Fanta with the Act', straight drop, came right out of Texas
Four-five at his neck, b*tch n*gga came right out his necklace
Checkin' these b*tch ass n*ggas only thing on my checklist
I'm off a five to the face right now, won't let the PO test me
Strapped like Cleo, ready, set it off, don't need no setting
Pop Percs, don't do no 'Cedrins
Won't entertain these n*ggas, ain't Cedric
Four chains, no weird flex
I just remember when I was depressed
Now I'm here and I'm the best
Henny put the hair on my chest
f*ck a b*tch, chair or the steps
Band time real, that's for real
She gon' pull up, help me drip
Any n*gga trippin' in the field
Give a f*ck how a n*gga feel
Lettin' go, smoke me a zip
Don't f*ck around with no snitch
Lame n*gga close your lips
'Less you wanna talk to my clip
Clip extra large, Charlie Clips
Out here grindin' like Clipse
Happy as hell Blake left the Clippers
All this ice, solar eclipse
Chopper line him up like some clippers
b*tch scratch and sniff like a stick
Chopper change his mood like a Snickers
Roof in the Wraith, Big Dipper
b*tch on my di*k, come get her, huh

[Chorus]
Ayy, what the f*ck them n*ggas deep for?
If I call my people, they'll be deceased though
Young n*gga got reach, and I ain't even reach though
And I got a blonde bad b*tch with that beach house
And I got the old cougar b*tch with the teeth out, I'm playin'
That'd be some crazy ass neck, I'm just sayin'
If rap b*tch got a crazy ass check out my mans
I demand an icy ass mess out these bands

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