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Black Harlow (Explicit) - Sada Baby
Composed by：Casada Sorrell
Ayy Nas this that wave
Ooh ooh
Huh
Me and your b***h gon' have s*x if she look me in my eyes
Me and your ho just met already on Valentine
You and your n***as gettin' left huh me and mines gettin' right
Nick a n***a in his neck with this nasty-a*s nine
Pop a Perc' throw up my set hang the yopper out the ride
I can't give a fan no hug if they don't understand my 5
They don't understand my side they don't understand my pride
Me and my n***as out for blood you and your n***as 'bout to die
I can't show a n***a love he ain't ready for to slide
Said I can't show a n***a love if he ain't ready for to slide
He ain't turnt up like me he ain't on tip like I
Get a burnt-up white tee get to f**king with my squad
Ooh ooh ooh-woo
I had an attitude problem yeah stay angry huh
Get your b***h booty naked go May-May huh
Keep a stick on my person ain't for play-play
Keep a brick or two we workin' got that yay-yay
I might fly your BM out with her lyin' a*s
F**k 'round stuff a script in her fine a*s
AR got an army issue clip where you find that
Ain't get that b***h from Action Impact that's on 5 'nem
Few of my n***as got them CC-dubs why we ridin' with em
Few of my n***as don't but on God still on sight with 'em
We'll shoot you up if you want it or fight with you
Lately I ain't had no time for it got them pipes on us
Pack this b***h up huh light this b***h up huh
This ain't no stick-up huh but them sticks up ooh
He stuck with the beacoup face he got his b***h f**ked huh
Got her picked up yeah she ate the d**k up
Y'all don't spin no blocks spend no money y'all don't spend nothin'
She get d**k we get on y'all a*s and we get money
Always tryna flip something a n***a or his pickup
The ho gon' give me head 'til she half-dead and got the hiccups
I ain't got no problem with you but I still up a chopper on you
You gotta play by Sada 'nem rules
Wild man hit a n***a with a bottle he through
Stick his bottle up get to sockin' on dude
Get rich follow up get to firin' on dude
Then I'ma take a hoodrat right to the room
Can't no lame n***a f**k up my mood woo
Keep the party going like it's Mardi Gras
Got the flamethrower made him body dog
I was mindin' my motherf**kin' business I wasn't even tryna bother y'all
I ain't scared of you n***a not at all
I ain't sparin' you gang tied it off
Put a fare on you we gon' round it off
To the nearest thousand then knock you off
Get 2K we drop you off
Still shoot your mans he not involved
Sell 8-balls look like cotton balls
Tell my fiend I'm gettin' off
Ain't none of them got no fentanyl
I could never rip 'em off
Them motherf**kers got my people rich off dog duh
Pop a Perc' throw up my set hang the yopper out the ride
I can't give a fan no hug if they don't understand my 5
They don't understand my side they don't understand my pride
Me and my n***as out for blood you and your n***as 'bout to die
I can't show a n***a love he ain't ready for to slide
Said I can't show a n***a love if he ain't ready for to slide
He ain't turnt up like me he ain't on tip like I
Get a burnt-up white tee get to f**king with my squad
Ooh ooh ooh-woo
