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sada baby - triple threat match كلمات الأغنية

[intro: sk!lla baby]
(ooh, rj)
(it’s lando, your b_tch know, don’t let your b_tch go, n_gga)
(rj always trippin’, man, rj always trippin’, man)
huh?
huh

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
my big brother got lean in his cup
if the birdman stay on your head, better duck
n_gga, i don’t give a f_ck, i got a big_body benz
full of beans in the trunk, og called me unc’
f_ck hoes, run it up, huh?
just made another bed for these papercuts, i hit eggs for lunch
my k came in clutch, i call that b_tch kobe, ayy
we’ve been ballin’ all year, where our trophy at?
in 2020, i need money and diamonds
she think she got a d n_gga ’cause he lyin’
he cop two, i gave him one on cosignment
if he try to run off, i’m gon’ find him (bah)
four n_ggas ridin’ with a chop, one driver
out lookin’ for the opps, we not ’cause they hidin’
dog never played team sports, she play homis (bah)
he never caught a football, he catch bodies

[verse 2: babytron]
fruit ninja with the chopper, i’ll split his melon
and this b_tch lift slow, send his sh_t to heaven
balenciaga turban, i’ma triple_s it (ayy, ayy, ayy)
talkin’ ’bout the plug, but we know you disconnected (ha, ha)
the slug mr. blessings, i don’t need a b_tch (i don’t)
f_ck punchin’, hit neimans with a visa kick (woo, woo)
you can’t get power, that’s that dr. evil sh_t (ha)
white mountain dew, purple four on some frieza sh_t (ayy, ayy, purple pop)
in a different world, super saiyan, leveled up (woo)
loadin’ up, grabbin’ coins like it’s temple run (bitcoin)
almost broke the crank tryna turn the pressure up
on the wild west, came scat with my weapon tucked
[verse 3: sada baby]
hm, tron came scat, b_tch, i came cuddy, hm
with a cut in that b_tch, smokin’ silly putty, huh
that’s that goo_goo, n_ggas through through, ugh
stuff a blue ‘script in your boo_boo, uh
stuff the whole thing in your boo thing, uh
trap bome back like boomarang, huh
i mean a pack bome back like boomarang
b_tch, i feel like usher, trappin’ through the rain
whole quick of that boy from the eighties, big daddy caine
gold rope jogging suits, all we do is slang
b_tch love gang so much, she let us run the train
threw the extra neck before she left to help me ease my pain
smokin’ real bookie, give a f_ck ’bout your exotic strain
n_ggas want beef, want smoke, it is not a thing
but a chicken wing, we got straps, we’ll let ’em bang
30s, let ’em hang, pop a cali, don’t let it swing
long live yg, i’ma put thirties on a new chain
i got big money, i throw thirties on a coupe thing
a 30 and there’s 40 ’round my neck off a shoestring
outside in atlanta with that b_tch tryna blue flame
my young n_ggas talkin’ brazy for me, they the new wave
you complainin’ ’cause you can’t shoot that b_tch like it’s 2k
ten ‘bows, give them hoes to bro, gone two days
coachin’ n_ggas, skuba wayne casey, i got new plays
top shotta, i’m a big roster, i don’t do waves
nappy headed, i’ll scr_p, i’m ready if you two_faced
or get them n_ggas dropped with that bop, n_gga, who playin’?
that yop stick’ll turn an opp n_gga to a new man, duh

- sada baby

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