| If you set trippin', why you in Chiraq on Lil' Steve?
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| He gon' take you to the East to meet Skuba Steve, fuck you mean?
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| Put him on his fuckin' knees, bust his head
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| Know I’m on a bunch of lean, huh, bunch of red
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| Huh, huh, on Lil' Steve
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| On gang
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| Ayy, hold up
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| Deebo Lotti, he ain’t got no bodies, them boys ain’t slidin'
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| He ain’t 'bout it, he won’t hurt nobody, plus that boy ain’t solid
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| You know I got it, make me up this chopper, show you how we rocking
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| He see my beard, make that boy step back, Skuba ain’t no Rocket
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| Jab step, make that nigga buckle, they gon' think we hooping
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| Got this Draco from my custo uncle, he don’t even use it
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| He done sold it to the right young nigga, you, know I’ma shoot it
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| Get to pressin' niggas, 'timidatin' niggas with this music
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| Get to stretching niggas, 'capitating niggas with this Uzi
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| You stuck your neck out for the wrong niggas, now you 'bout to lose it
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| Now you half-dead, now you bleeding out, you losin' fluid
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| I got twin choppers, look like Bin Laden, they congruent
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| If they send Sada, I’ma end oppers with this Ruger
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| You a cock-blocker, your bitch dick suckin', how you do it?
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| You be actin' out, you know them clips around, this ain’t no movie
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| You a lame ass, broke, plain dressing ass goofy
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| Still got on drip when I load my shit, I just bought a brick
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| I’m talking shit, I’m a walking lick, still I’ll off a bitch
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| I’m off them grits and on Percocets, they say that don’t mix
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| But I’m legit, I’ll plead the Fifth and shoot you with the six
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| Load your strap, then put one up top, you know we gon' ride
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| Babe, ain’t no cap, she know that I’m that, look me in my eyes
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| Told him relax, we don’t beef on wax, I’ll see you outside
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| You showed your hand, you need to quit playin', we all know you lied (Von)
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| Now be for real, you ain’t tryna drill, boy, you ain’t tryna kill
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| You off that pill, it got you actin' tough, but that ain’t how you is
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| I’m that for real and I’m worth a mil' and still get on your heels
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| He live right where? |
| Now I’m in the car parked outside his crib
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| He got a pole, but that’s just for show, I know he a ho
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| He ain’t gon' blow, bitch, I was tryna score when I was on parole
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| He got a pole, but that’s just for show, I know he a ho
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| He ain’t gon' blow, bitch, I was tryna score when I was on parole
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| That boy a bitch, he shoot out the whip, nah, he ain’t really slidin'
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| They always miss, just running they lips, that’s why they keep on dyin'
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| Just hit they block, I’m talking twenty times, man, these niggas hiding
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| I caught the play and now I’m throwing bullets, I’m thinking it’s Madden
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| I got his lo', can’t be moving slow, he right by the store
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| He got a fro with a Pelle coat, plus he with a ho
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| He on his phone, once I’m on your ass, boy, you on your own
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| I get 'em gone, it happened so fast, all he heard was boom
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| I’m from the WICC, I know I’m the shit, bitch, get off my dick
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| I never miss, they think that I’m cheatin', my gun got a glitch
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| I mean a switch, I can shoot a brick and they still say I hit
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| I mean they hit, they caught that nigga Brick and hit him in his shit
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| Load your strap, then put one up top, you know we gon' ride
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| Babe, ain’t no cap, she know that I’m that, look me in my eyes
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| Told him relax, we don’t beef on wax, I’ll see you outside
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| You showed your hand, you need to quit playin', we all know you lied
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| Load your strap, then put one up top, you know we gon' ride
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| Babe, ain’t no cap, she know that I’m that, look me in my eyes
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| Told him relax, we don’t beef on wax, I’ll see you outside
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| You showed your hand, you need to quit playin', we all know you lied, hmm |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pressin , by - Sada Baby. Song from the album Skuba Sada 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп