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sada baby - free jig lyrics
[intro]
squad, hmm
smo, huh
hmm, hmm
it’s the eastside ape
smo, ayy
hmm, smo, ayy
ayy, huh
[verse]
i talked to jig, talked to rick, free the guys, yeah
b_tch, don’t be surprised if you see ’em with me slidin’, hmm
jj’ll smoke ’em, down to ride and throw them fives
n_gga, if you play with boskey, say no more, you ’bout to die, hmm
dt and mari way richer than you other n_ggas
we ain’t come to party, we just came to f_ck a couple b_tches
we’ll get it started, up the straps and get to bustin’ n_ggas
i got st__z with me, he look like he ain’t my bodyguard
he gon’ pull a b_tch, then pull a clip if n_ggas actin’ hard
he a ho, pull his card, chase him to the boulevard
windows tinted on my car, roll ’em down and flip his car
b_tch, i’m blood, flip his bar, you see how i flipped that bar?
you see how i flipped that brick of clean, know that b_tch was raw
she know i’ma l!ck it if it’s clean, i might hit it raw
traphouse lookin’ like a kennel, come and get some dog
we’ll put a n_gga in the ‘spital, better get your dog
n_ggas talk brazy on the song, but never in person
n_gga, what you want? how you playin’ it? n_ggas be purpin’
b_tch, i be outside, not on live, i’m tryna get to it
always rap about punchin’ n_ggas in they sh_t ’cause they know i’ll do it
i be in the stores, hittin’ hoes, n_gga, all that sh_t
fat asked me what’s good, tell that n_gga can’t call that sh_t
still hit eastland with my mans like i ain’t dogsh_t rich
drop a couple bands, yeah, we’ll sign, give me all that sh_t
haircut in the bas_m_nt by fresh, he like, “dog, you lit”
try to press me for my necks, guarantee them we all up sticks
smoke whoever you with, on the set, f_ck all them n_ggas
n_gga, f_ck all that sh_t, ain’t no n_gga gettin’ off on gang gang
big ape, big pape’, make your bm choo_choo train_train
big drac’, mixtape, drop that b_tch and i see brain stains
b_tch got her frame banged, n_gga got his name made
sock a p_ssy n_gga in his mouth, what he say? huh
what he say? huh, hmm, what’s up, og?
i can see an opp n_gga b_tch and make her f_ck on me
but i’d rather put her in the blender for some company
b_tch, i’d rather put her in the blender for some bompany
huh, that’s what type of time i’m on, i ain’t switchin’ it
it’s a bunch of hams ’round this b_tch and i ain’t feelin’ it
n_gga don’t wanna throw no hands with me, i’ll split his sh_t
i can’t hit no b_tch, but i’ll stomp a stud
my side_b_tch tlc, she don’t f_ck with scrubs
i ain’t got no side_b_tch, just f_cked you, uh
i be sayin’ what i wanna, i ran it up
‘nother hundred thousand every time i spark a blunt
b_tch, i’ll spark a ‘wood and make a ten ball
walk up in your club thirty minutes, then i dip off
and i’m linked in through your hood, b_tch, i’m big dog
the real n_ggas run me to the bity, can’t get ripped off
haha, hmm, when they gon’ learn somethin’?
you know i brung extra yops, skuba earned somethin’, huh
one on jojo, one on jacques, they gon’ burn somethin’, huh
one on stewie, one on stack, they gon’ murk somethin’, huh
i’ll break a b_tch back, made her twerk somethin’, huh
million_dollar scatpack, bet he swerve somethin’, yeah
free blow, he know i been sippin’ syrup for him, huh
me and smoke got a pint up in our styrofoams
me and sk!lla hit the same b_tch, cut her off
cheekadeek only seventeen, had them b_tches lost
my uncle tracy, he gon’ k!ll you if you touch me
that’s why i don’t never let him come in public
he be done bust a motherf_cker if you bump me
hmm, ayy, ayy, huh
he be done bust a motherf_cker if you bump me
same result with the rest of my brothers
we’ll be done bust a motherf_cker if you bump us
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
same result with the rest of my brothers
be done bust a motherf_cker if you, ayy, duh
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