Sada Baby - Brazy Taxi lyrics

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Sada Baby - Brazy Taxi lyrics

[Intro] But I always blow the yellow light (My ni**a Lee, I think we got another one) But I'm dressed in all this yellow, right? But I always blow the yellow light (Skrrt) But I'm dressed in all this (Hold up), ayy [Chorus] They keep telling me to slow down (Slow down) Mmm, uh, but I always blow the yellow light (Ayy) Can't let them ni**as catch me lacking at the red light (Nah) Like it'll make them ni**as' day if I be dead, right? Huh But I ain't dying, huh, and they ain't sliding, huh And I ain't hiding, cappin' if they say they can't find me Might commit a hate crime, huh, 'cause I hate slime, huh From the baseline, up and under, do a ni**a shiesty [Verse 1] Huh, ah, Money takе somethin', huh, huh DJ make that face, hе 'bout to shake somethin', duh Huh, Money make that face, he 'bout to kill somethin', duh I think I'm a zombie, I don't feel nothin', duh Rose gold, back from the dead, back on his head Whole lotta stacks on his head, racks on his head b**by trap on that ass, I can't catch him last b**bie Miles on that ass, I can do it all If it's Friday Night Lights, pass me the ball I don't stop at red lights, won't let 'em do me wrong Nan' ni**a want the smoke, tell 'em prove me wrong His baby mama smell my cologne, she wanna do it raw, uh Huh, big dog, huh, Big Skub Huh, on 5 'nem grave, knock your sh*t loose, huh I don't make no diss songs, I get physical, huh Make love to a b*tch, block the number, leave her miserable, uh Pull up, nah, I'm high on drugs, deuce in a Town Club Bunch of bands and an ounce of crud, need the chronic, need the mud My opps weak as fu*k, they know I'll beat 'em up Dyin'-ass ni**as ain't even tough, mad at me for what? 'Cause I'm that ni**a, huh, I ain't that ni**a (What else?) See, I'm bomfortable, whole hood on my back, ni**a (Aw yeah) Send them bullets at ni**as, they look like they run track, ni**a Can't make me get on that ni**a, just tell me where you at, ni**a Can't hang around me 'less you use a gun Ho ni**a bleedin', we the reason that he losing blood My scammer get it easy, couple pieces, got the newest drugs Put them b*tches on the rifles, get a rocket, I'm the rudest one Huh, ayy, them ni**as body count ain't like ours We been scoring all year, whole team all-stars Everybody shoot that b*tch from a distance, from afar Everybody shoot that b*tch up close, real personal We can shoot it any way, I'm just sayin', gang versatile Huh, I still got more keys than Percival Hold the chop any kind of way, it's reversible If it's up there, it's stuck, ni**a, better check your vertical [Chorus] They keep telling me to slow down Mmm, uh, but I always blow the yellow light Can't let them ni**as catch me lacking at the red light Like it'll make them ni**as' day if I be dead, right? Huh But I ain't dying, huh, and they ain't sliding, huh And I ain't hiding, cappin' if they say they can't find me Might commit a hate crime, huh, 'cause I hate slime, huh From the baseline, up and under, do a ni**a shiesty [Verse 2] Huh, late night, huh-huh, my pay right Huh, I don't stop at gas stations, half a tank right Huh, fu*k the brake light, huh, play it safe, right Nah, stay dangerous, get a ni**a scraped, right Huh, only gang, huh-huh, only squad Huh, SMO 'til the day that I die Every day go, nah, huh (My ni**a Lee, I think we got another one) Every day go by, I be ready for the turn-up Huh, hit the trap, get the work from my workers, uh Pick up the phone, tryna get a ni**a murdered, uh He talking brazy, we gon' leave him on his corner (What else?) Talking brazy, we gon' leave him on his borner (ni**a, duh) You with that 'til you ain't with that 'Til a ni**a pull up, now your people want some get-back Say you was in that 'til a ni**a in that Huh, spend a band, we'll do that sh*t again, jack Huh, say you on that, huh, 'til I'm on that Huh, shoot some sh*t of your body that won't grow back Say you pressin', huh, 'til we press you That bullsh*t you keep tryna do, I won't let you Skuba Steve back on that tip, mask off and sh*t Once we on your line, them apes ain't never getting off your sh*t Shoot you in your eye, do it right before you crank Shoot him in the eye before he saw, I got baptized in Wocky water Bet I fu*k somebody daughter, huh, you won't catch me at the altar b*tch, I'm married to the culture, b*tch, I'm married to the streets You don't know what they did for me, they took care all my enemies They ride for me, on side for me, you goddamn right they friend of me You goddamn right they kin to me Huh, Skilla Baby my mini-me Gon' turn up, be a bigger me He Southwest T, I'm Big Meech On the same sh*t like symmetry On the same sh*t, that's bymmetry fu*k an old b*tch, now the same b*tch like, "You remember me? I know you do" (Aw yeah) My b*tch say she don't wanna fu*k, huh, I know you do, huh Get more money, then hurt people like I'm supposed to do Driving full speed ahead, watch the motor move I ain't even hit the NOS yet, I been broke the rules [Chorus] They keep telling me to slow down Mmm, uh, but I always blow the yellow light Can't let them ni**as catch me lacking at the red light Like it'll make them ni**as' day if I be dead, right? Huh (Aw yeah) But I ain't dying, huh, and they ain't sliding, huh And I ain't hiding, cappin' if they say they can't find me Might commit a hate crime, huh, 'cause I hate slime, huh From the baseline, up and under, do a ni**a shiesty [Outro] Ayy, aw yeah Ayy, ayy Oh, let's go Ayy, aw yeah