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Blickelodeon (Explicit) - Sada Baby
Lyrics by：Casada Sorrell/Craig Kyle Jenkins
This beat hard as hell what up Primo
Primo Beats on the track
Ayy hmm uh
I just cut a whole brick in half with a razor
I just got a ho n***a dead off a favor
Lil' bloody 'nem had hit him in his head with a laser
And I made this b***h f**k my mans 'cause I paid her
Told the opps Meet me at the bottle shop get 'em tables
Chopper shot do the chalkboard it erase him
I say the yopper shot baka-boop-bop hit his top it go drop
Spin his block one more time 'cause we hot
Listen gas huh burn a n***a up
Huh baby shake that a*s she gon' turn a n***a up
Huh AR tricky dance move serve a n***a up
Huh b***h I better not hear you sayin' Skub I earned big Blood
Listen oh look huh I don't play with s**t
Get disrespectful after this I be done smacked you in your s**t
You talk back behind my back I be done clapped you in your s**t
Be done tapped him in his head lil' n***a don't know s**t
Huh I still fight p***y n***as ain't on s**t
Huh kill a n***a now he can't hate on s**t
N***a I still slide I ain't gotta wait on s**t
Huh it's drill time I ain't got s**t to say 'bout s**t n***a
I don't rap beef if he at me then it's f**k it
I don't rap beef if he act weak we gon' stomp him
I don't rap beef if he half street then we attack him
'Cause if he really street then we ain't on the internet about nothin'
Ain't no n***a from the bity did a thing since I was crushin'
Always in the A down there with my apes steady clutchin'
Huh ain't duckin' no smoke see a chimney I run up it
Huh run into a n***a then we walk him down leave him bloody
Uh I hate a n***a 'round me actin' the toughest
Huh swear he don't like me but his head down in public
Huh if I got an issue with a n***a I punch him
Huh and them shooters on his a*s red monkey
Huh re-rock
Huh treat a n***a like a kid then thump him
Huh leave a n***a sleepin' with his mans now they bunkies
Out sad f**ked up with no money they junkies
Huh don't let no n***a have you thinkin' this s**t sweet
Huh f**k around and be the reason you deceased
Huh kill him twice you can't even rest in peace
Huh quick as f**k to press a n***a like a crease
Re-rock
Huh what it ain't
Huh this ain't Call of Duty you can't bome back from the gulag
Two straps right there on your top look like a durag
I'll ho an old b***h think she look good with her new a*s
Huh f**k your BBL
Huh send some naked pictures to my n***as locked in jail
Soldiers in the field shootin' at Charlie off the bail
Pray to God then send your dogs to Hell
Now listen
Huh huh from the 'burbs to the hood with no vest on
Yeah from a mansion to the trap n***a stepped on
Yeah I been waking n***as up since I was slept on
Yeah stick your nose in my business get your neck gone
Huh huh sayin' it with your chest get your breath gone
Huh get some RIP posts and a headstone
Huh have your people 'nem sick like He dead and gone
Pull up like I told you so knew you was a ho
Just like your daddy ain't never been 'bout s**t
Swerve up in static we love to hop out s**t
Huh send his BM down the way and make the route switch
Huh hit his TT 'nem brib and get the couch flipped
Huh headband with them racks and a jogger fit
Huh got a leash in my pocket I'll walk a brick
Huh pull up in the Hellcat I'll dog some s**t
Huh have a soft n***a screamin' it ain't called for this
Huh it ain't nothin' for that one s**t Nathaniel
Huh pull up in the Phantom and go ghost like I'm Daniel
Say that chopper give whoever the most they can handle
Ain't never takin' no L like I'm Randall
Re-rock
