Sada Baby - Friends lyrics

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Sada Baby - Friends lyrics

Jose the plug.. Yeah.. Got back in my one groove.. Mmh hm.. I wasn't feelin none that otha sh*t.. But dis that.. Ahh- I wasn't feelin none that otha sh*t No.. But this that An the ops Ani't ready for run wid this, huh-huh- Now its a mismatch Hm- i wans't feelin on otha sh*t Feelin none otha sh*t But this that, this that- Ani't ready for run wid me An the ops ain't ready Now its a mismatch I ain't wanna use no auto tune.. Just want me to get it thru..hm- No.. Im high, an im just playin wid ya Ah, ya- The fu*k is you sayin ni**a Huh, i get it goin im the man ni**a Is you an op, or a motha fu*kin fan ni**a Don't let it go ova yo head, huh? I dont understand ni**as You the police, you be hangin with the feds Me an mines gon eat I anit got say i fed ni**as If you looked out for me back in the day, -huh Thats why you standin with me Like then, 5L, Izel with me, -huh Wasn't my doin, that was gods plan ni**as be, actin likе my kids Im just a guy, damn No immatate no su*ka sh*t I learned that from my daddy Put guns on a ham еscalade Like its my caddy MCA don't mean sh*t ni**a, wala MCB cook the beef like five guys Yeah uh, guess which one im is? Serve em with the fries -uh -uh, death combo ni**a supersize -huh leave a ni**a leakin red For a white lie Yeah i got huh- white with me Not no white guy Id have the same attitude if i was 5'9 But im 6'2, with a 5-7 Hm- reppin 5-5 Yeah boy you a pussy Ah-um- hm- naaa He a pussy but he ain't gonna die 9 times Hit him the head, hole in one with that 9 iron Ehhhh-, with the 9 iron Im a felon, huh- I can't- have no guns around me, but my arm fire I can't love another b*tch Cuz my heart tired Air him out, wet the whip up Buy the car im drivin Im in love with the violence Quick as hell Yeah- Im too in touch with my darkner side Yeah- I know where the darkness reside A hoe can't catch me in a web -less Peter Parker died Yeah, b*tch fu*k yo web of lies Huh- imma tell the truth Every fu*kin time Huh- we got guns an we shoot Yeah fu*kin kind Huh- fu*k a thot Head up Watch me hump her mind fu*k a fender bender Send a ni**a bumper flyin Pull the AR stop traffic Caution signs AR stop traffic Hazard lights Ow- i want the big sista Cuz its fatter right? She su*k dick and take trips Thats her life Huh- somebody gotta do it Thats alright He found out she was his sista Now thats a fight, -hmm Imma go an knock him out Hmm- night, night You ever seen a ni**a go night night ni**a? Ah- get him gone Thats what i like ni**a, -uhh Leave him on like a night light ni**a, -hm Cut him out when the sun bum up, -ah Bussa ni**a baby if his son run up, -huh No- i anit got shoot the kids Imma just gonna hit him I ain't got shoot the kids, -no I ain't gon kill.. No i anit gon the kids Nah ni**a but imma kill his ass Hm-hm- toh, toh, toh Through his ass, -huh Free colt choppa thrower Shoot through his ass Skuba cobra with that machine We done blew yo ass My best friend will kill your best friend Don't move too fast Doh!