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sada baby & lil yachty – not regular كلمات اغاني

lyrics from snippet

[intro: lil yachty]
slatt
ooh, ooh (brrt), ooh (b_tch)

[verse: lil yachty]
ooh (b_tch), everything that a n_gga did is not regular (b_tch, b_tch, b_tch)
bad b_tch wanna f_ck some, better hit my cellular (b_tch, brrt)
i can’t fall in love with no ig ho ’cause they all editors (slatt)
and these old rap n_ggas, they all predators (ooh)
n_ggas be actin’ like they really rich but livin’ like janitors (ooh)
lowkey late night on the sunday street (yeah), far from the ministers (beep)
f_ckin’ this b_tch but got chemistry (beep)
i did sh_t deep in the industry (beep)
i got the .30s on my clip with the benz, green, err (yeah)
i got the coupe, it’s brown on brown like a godd_mn reindeer (skrrt)
comin’ up, burberry, champagne, my b_tch pure (go)
i create the cure, i f_ck up the looks (hol’ up)

[verse: sada baby]
pop percs, sip lean, don’t drink liquor (mm_mm)
from the d, might buy wires with the mink fur (uh)
my n_gga yachty quit the wocky, i like, “is you sure?”
we off a lotta syrup, but i still’d shoot (but i, hm)
know i be with n_ggas special as i’m k!llin’ crews (yeah, i do)
yeah, whole gang of n_ggas who make n_ggas move (they do)
f_ck a b_tch and her momma if i feel his boo (ye_yeah)
skubaroo make a pass (ye_yeah), the daughter send me nudes (ye_yeah)
i got racks on racks on racks so i see roger federer (get it)
f_ck the opps, i up chops on all my competitors (slime)
if there’s smoke, we at your throat, we take extreme measures (yeah)
shoot him in his shoot then do it again to make him bleed extra (yeah, hahaha)
[verse: lil yachty]
we at your door like extra, extra, read all about it
all my n_ggas t__th gold like they ’bout it ’bout it (yeah)
three different hoes stacked up in my new ferrari
they don’t even know each other but they sittin’ body to body (slatt)
half of my staff white on white, look like scotty 2 hotty (yeah)
my main b_tch got two phones, one for when i call
strap it to her purse, that sh_t look like a lil’ tamagotchi (hoo)
on my momma, boy, i hate when they call me lil yatchy (hoo)
i hate the paparazzi (woo_hoo)

[verse 4: sada baby]
(uh_huh) n_ggas better not call me any f_ckin’ thang but sada (yeah)
call me skuba and i don’t know you, i’ll beat up or shot ya (on god)
i hate the b_tches and the b_tch n_ggas in my condos (aight, aight, aight uh)
throw a lil’ n_gga off the cliff, scuba steve hate haji (yeah)
half a brick, i chop a brick, my mans gon’ rock it (hm)
i’m in watts off the ‘dusse, my names ain’t rocky (yeah)
on our way back to the nearest [?] and [?] (yeah)
brodie and we jumped him (yeah)

[verse 5: lil yachty]
(frrt) jumped ’em, stomped ’em, got him gone (yeah)
gave him a wedgie, he a nerd n_gga, run him home (b_tch)
sent your statements, your emotions, did quincy jones (ha)
better leave me ‘lone, before i change the tone
[outro: lil yachty]
frrt
sada, boat, sada
f_ck ’em, f_ck ’em
haha

- sada baby lil yachty

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