Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lame, artist - Sada Baby. Date of issue: 18.03.2020
Song language: English
Lame |
| Bitch, move somethin' |
| A-bitch, huh |
| Make her put them |
| A-bitch, move somethin' |
| Ayy |
| Uh, huh |
| Break a brick down, huh, serve somethin' |
| Throw them Ruccis on your whip and then swerve somethin' |
| Bust that nigga in his ear because he heard somethin' |
| Don’t give that bitch you with a dime until she earn somethin' |
| Make her put them pills on the road, bitch, move somethin' |
| Show them boys you ain’t no ho, go’n and shoot somethin' |
| Fuck that dissin' on them songs, nigga, do somethin' |
| Huh, I’m on the block with 'bout two hundred |
| I got new money, Trem got shootin' money |
| M got old money, Wildman got 'bow money |
| I fucked your bitch and snatched her soul, now I got your money |
| And your ho money, now you got no money, hmm |
| Don’t want that pop unless I put some drop up in it, huh |
| Bet top dollar that my pops’d fuck your pops up, nigga |
| I said Skilla daddy gone, so we gon' share my papa, nigga |
| And if you fuck 'round with lil' bro, we tear your block up, nigga |
| Huh, chopper and the Glock the size of Andy Milonakis, nigga |
| I sip lots of Wocky and my pockets got that guap up in 'em |
| I don’t fuck with thots, most of 'em blocked after my cock up in 'em, bitch |
| It’s a bunch of snakes up on your squad, how is you rockin' with 'em? |
| Lame ass nigga, «What you claim?» |
| ass nigga |
| I’m a 7 Mile Capernilla gang member, drop a fella |
| Fuck a nigga mama, then make her cook me hot spaghetti |
| My big brother richer than you niggas, he just drop baguettey |
| My lil' nigga not your big homie, y’all tryna cop a prezi' |
| Ain’t worried 'bout keepin' it copacetic, we hold choppers steady |
| Walk around with him, no CC dubs, tryin' not to get arrested |
| Can’t not be ready, we got scopes on them bitches with the legs |
| Lil' blood watchin' for the feds, your baby mama playin' my dreads |
| I fucked her in your bed, she don’t even give you head |
| Lightskin nigga, you red, front your move, you dead |
| Write on a nigga like lead, looseleaf paper, get shred |
| All these cans make a keg, make sure my niggas fed |
| Yeah, hmm |
| Green beam of the infrared |
| Triple beam of the fishscale |
| Foreign whip, I’m a fishtail |
| Unc' tellin me brick tales, huh |
| Break a brick down, huh, serve somethin' |
| Throw them Ruccis on your whip and then swerve somethin' |
| Bust that nigga in his ear because he heard somethin' |
| Don’t give that bitch you with a dime until she earn somethin' |
| Make her put them pills on the road, bitch, move somethin' |
| Show them boys you ain’t no ho, go’n and shoot somethin' |
| Fuck that dissin' on them songs, nigga, do somethin' |
| Huh, I’m on the block with 'bout two hundred |
| I got new money, Trem got shootin' money |
| M got old money, Wildman got 'bow money |
| I fucked your bitch and snatched her soul, now I got your money |
| And your ho money, now you got no money, hmm-hmm |