CJ
Sada Baby
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(It's a 6Foe beat) Yeah, yeah, that type of time Uhh Told Duff put some gangster shit on, nigga Huh, how he bomin'? Huh, 2021 with an R&B bitch I bet you know her name, I ain't gon' say her name Grew up to be the man, I ain't grow up to be no snitch Uh, put that shit on gang, huh, put that on my name, huh Better stand on business 'fore they knock you off your feet I know a nigga lost his life just from tryna cross the street Bet I can hit you with the white, but it might not be cheap I got on ice with my pipe, boy, don't try that shit with me, listen East Side reppin' who? Yeah, huh East Side representat-, uh, hold up A East Side representative, I'm on bullshit Why would I worry 'bout a nigga with this full clip? I don't get defensive, we on offense Get extra, send some extra bullets through his coffin Bang, dang, dang, boogie, get busy Every nigga really ready for that war, you see 'em with it Strapped up with my partners behind enemy line, huh Fuckin' with some bitches that be with them, they be lyin', listen We got that dope to take your custos out the line I keep a new check every two weeks like I'm workin' on the line Listen, ahh, hmm But me not at the plant I got banjos in my pants Uh, and I know how to dance A ugly reckless motherfucker with a blick, don't take no chance I'ma have sex with your girlfriend from the front 'cause I romance Now listen, ah, tuh, huh, roses on the bed, yeah Perkies with her friend Put a jersey on her head, listen Huh, bitch I be done showed up early for them bands In the game, glasses on, James Worthy, I'm the man, huh Ah, huh Bro-bro shootin' funny, he Jamaal Wilkes, uh, ayy But that shit don't matter, it get y'all killed I switch up my spots if I think them people onto me She do backflips over ice, I made her look like Surya Bonaly Goddamn, ah, huh Protect it like it's precious Got a ruler hangin' out that whoo-wham, he gon' learn his lesson Uh, I won't wear no jump suit, but got moves like Elvis Presley Got a bitch that score like I score, she built like Lisa Leslie I do Nigga All night how I'm cookin', nigga Lil' bit of Zaza Got about two-fifty on in them charms I don't brin' my gun around the-, nah, hmm I won't brin' my gun around the gang, I can't use that bitch No, hmm, re-rock You can't bring your gun around me, you won't use that bitch, listen Don't care, ah, tuh, I don't care how you feel Pull up with that chopper, get to cuttin' out of Bonneville Corner, hop up out it, got that striker sittin' off in the field Grab that rifle, aim it at a white bitch, get revenge for Emmett Till Listen, ah, hmm, huh Probably ain't 'posed to say that, ah Me don't give no f*ck, I'm out here lookin' for that payback Huh, we go past Ajax, spin a wheel to break the bank bag I got half a tank gas, pull up, get you straight jabbed Bro-bro put that hoodie on You better run 'cause on my mama, I don't know what he on I just know he don't give two fucks about buddy bone Your ho in love with me 'cause me don't never f*ck her wrong Listen Huh, she thought she was hooked, huh, told her, "Gotta be quicker than that" Huh, I need me a book, I've been trappin' out them literature packs Huh, yeah, it's words on top of that work soon as you open it Huh, let you know what the f*ck you doin' before you smoke it Huh, she ain't even know it, tuh, the old-ass lady Uh, she ain't even know her son got smoked 'cause she a smoker She was in there gettin' high while he out there on the poster You know that hard shit too strong, broke her neck, it had choked her Huh, 2021 with an R&B bitch I bet you know her name, I ain't gon' say her name, uh 2021 with an R&B bitch I bet you know her name, I ain't gon' say her name Grew up to be the man, I ain't grow up to be no snitch I put that on my gang, I put that on my name I grew up to be the man, I ain't grow up to be no, huh Grew up to be the man, I ain't grow up to be no, no So look, mate, like, I'm strollin' through the street, right? And I've, I've just left, you know, my, my, my office space here I've been workin' late I look 'cross the way and there's, like, this fuckin' dude He's surrounded by, like, a battalion of fuckin' people, right? It's this guy now, he's a famous fuckin' rapper and all that My man scoop, he scoops me up He's like, "Mate, what are you doin'?" I'm like, "Mate, I don't even know who the f*ck you are, like, you know what I mean?" He's like, "Ah, man, shut it, mate" He throws me in the car, right? And I'm rollin' around with all of these fuckin' people It's fuckin' absolutely madness, mate And I'm all I'm tryin' to figure out is where the hell we're goin' And, like, I just wake up the next day With, like, some fuckin' bitches, fuckin' jewelry all around me, yeah? In a fuckin' room, right? A har- with a harem full of wives King Solomon sized, mate And all kinds of fuckin' narcotics And it, and it's, life has just never been the fuckin' same since, mate I mean, if you don't know who this guy is, you've gotta fuckin' go find out
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Written by: Casada Aaron Sorrell
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