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1955 Lyrics - Artist : Sada Baby
(Doughboy)
Ayy No kizzy, true story (Trauma Tone) Huh, can't keep watching these niggas, huh 4 'nem stay in they feelings, huh 5 'nem be wantin' to kill 'em, huh Ayy, huh, can't keep watching these niggas, huh 4 'nem stay in they feelings, huh 5 'nem be wantin' to kill 'em, ayy I don't give a fuck 'bout havin' no friends, I hope you understand I don't give a fuck 'bout havin' no friends, I hope you understand Don't need no new brother man, we'll shoot at you and your mans Still watch Skub pop, we'll crash Still watch Skub pop, we'll crash Get on this rim, huh, get on y'all ass I ain't impressed with the shit y'all be flashin' Just hit the trap all the way from the mansion Got more bands in that bitch than you can imagine I up the fire, shoot the niggas beside you I throw up 5, Lil Blood gon' match it I drop a four, we gon' go get a casket I got a stroke, but I go to the basket I gotta score 'cause I'm close to the basket Naw, I gotta score 'cause I already racked it Properly prepared, I practice Thank God for them L's I took, they was tragic Showed a nigga how to bounce back like magic Used to go to school, but not go to school, I was Used to go to school, but not go to school, I was absent Free Big Blood, Jid, what's brackin'? 'Cause of him, Skuba Steve been active I hate when motherfuckers get to actin' Like they don't know what's up, huh, huh Hate when motherfuckers get to askin' Like they don't know it's us Go down South, back up, huh Country big booty bitch, huh Fuck me off of accident, huh Fuck me off my accent, yeah, huh Hit her twice on accident, yeah Shit, she said she like dope boys, nigga I'm a trap nigga, so I'm the right man for the job She ain't peep, huh She ain't peep I was the— She ain't peep I was the right applicant And she ain't, she ain't seen my attitude was ravishing These niggas ain't hoopers, fake shooters, they be trappin' like Niggas get mad, in they feelings Emotional like a lil' bitch Shit sadder than— I mean what I say 'bout them old-ass niggas too I mean it for real, I'm adamant About anything I'm doin', huh, huh Too serious, huh times ten, huh, ayy, uh Gang like, "Nigga, let me chime in," he wanna put his two cents in Say naw, nigga, we got M's, they can't get none of thems (Trauma Tone) Don't want my gang to be like y'all, that's my fear, huh, huh Happy as hell they don't just beef with me to start they career, huh I mean if you a rapper, then you a rapper, huh, my nigga, be serious If you doin' it like a hobby and not a habit, my nigga, you weird See, I give my all to this shit, that's what I got up out it Yeah, all this shit, all this ice, all these diamonds Never had to ride a nigga wave just to, huh, just to be relevant, huh Y'all niggas in the way, in the way, dummy, unintelligent I played it bool 'cause niggas played it bool, ain't no fool, never played the fool I'll take a nigga plate of food, leave his shit on empty while I'm full Used to slang the rock off the top rope, Skuba Brahma Bull Chop came with the comma clip, you ain't never seen this kind of— nah Bhop bame with the bomma blip, you ain't never seen this kind of tool I don't lie in none of my verses, you know Sada keep that ooh And I ain't here just to keep it cool, pussy-ass nigga, this ain't school Give a fuck about who you with, swear to God, people get it— ayy Give a fuck about who you with, swear to God, your people get it too, huh First time I met your main mans, pressed his ass, bitch, I'm SkubaRu Ask him 'bout it, nigga, I'll, hey, bitch, I'm SkubaRu Ask him 'bout it, nigga, ayy Speak plain, nigga, who is you? I'm the who's who of who's who Goofy-ass niggas been through Niggas can't know what I— ahh Niggas can't know what I been through Must not know what I been through Nigga, you don't wanna get into it 'Cause I'ma kill you when I bump into you Ayy, huh, nigga, I don't know that shit you know, huh Bang all my motherfuckin' streets and brung us home Huh, huh, I don't know that shit you know Bang all my streets and brung us home Tapped in with Mari, Ruger, Zoe, Tone, and G Weeder, bring 'em home Huh, uh-duh, uh-uh-uh, uh-duh Crank him up, then walk him outta here |
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