Sada Baby – Sada Wada Lyrics

(You stupid-ass lil’ boy)
Ayy, like who you talkin’ to?
You see it pokin’ out my—
Guaranteein’— ayy
I put the rocket on you, point a n**** to the moon
Ayy, like who you talkin’ to?
You don’t see the—
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ooh, ooh
Ayy, ayy

Hmm, ask that bitch like, “Who you talkin’ to?”
Like you don’t see this 30 pokin’ out my joggin’ suit?
Do I look like the type of n**** like to argue you?
I put the rocket on him, point a n**** to the moon
I got the box slappin’, jumpin’ like a barbecue
I sell that dog food, Skuba keep the Marmaduke
And I’ll cuss a n**** out, slick mouth like my mama, nah
Stomp a n**** out, watch your mouth, fck is wrong with you?

Like, bitch, I’m number one, I ain’t number two
She know how to shake it ’cause she grew up off the Uncle Luke
And I know I can make it ’cause my baby show me what to do
You can never play me to my face ’cause I don’t fuck with you
And, bitch, I got the gun and I wanna shoot
We can play it how you wanna play it, what you wanna do?
And I fcked around with OCs up in middle school
Your baby mama stuff the pills for me and pay the bills for you
And this no lie, I can’t count the days that go by
I just know I can’t, uh, fck with your kind
Fuck with me and I’m takin’ your life
Huh, the big four-five, no IG, I’m endin’ your life
We were sellin’ whole things and tens in ’05
I might hop out the Wraith and watch it ghost ride

Hmm, ask that bitch like, “Who you talkin’ to?”
Like you don’t see this 30 pokin’ out my joggin’ suit?
Do I look like the type of n**** like to argue you?
I put the rocket on him, point a n**** to the moon
I got the box slappin’, jumpin’ like a barbecue
I sell that dog food, Skuba keep the Marmaduke
And I’ll cuss a n**** out, slick mouth like my mama, nah
Stomp a n**** out, watch your mouth, fuck is wrong with you?

Bitch, you know I’m young and I’m in love with you
I can never fuck another bitch how I be fuckin’ you
Feel like I’m off the drank when I’m layin’ up under you
You can never suck another dck how you be suckin’ Skub
And I just spent another dub ’cause I wanted to
Had to show a pussy n**** this what bein’ loyal do
And I used to be a fightin’-ass n**** when I went to school
Now I’m an icy-ass n**** in my interviews
Young n**** had a judge ‘fore I had a jeweler
Shoot a n**** in the eye, he look like Rick the Ruler
Now my wrist look like a freezer and my wrist a cooler
My lil’ n**** made thirty thousand in his PT Cruiser
A n**** sellin’ drugs, gotta feed the shooters
Say they’ll pop up at church, you think that they won’t do it?
Slide up Sunday evenin’, screamin’, “Hallelujah”
Grab my ankle, make it Bible study Tuesday

Ask that bitch like, “Who you talkin’ to?”
Like you don’t see this 30 pokin’ out my joggin’ suit?
Do I look like the type of n**** like to argue you?
I put the rocket on him, point a n**** to the moon
I got the box slappin’, jumpin’ like a barbecue
I sell that dog food, Skuba keep the Marmaduke
And I’ll cuss a n**** out, slick mouth like my mama, nah
Stomp a n**** out, watch your mouth, fuck is wrong with you?
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