Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CJ, artist - Sada Baby. Date of issue: 17.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
CJ |
| Yeah, type time |
| Uhhh |
| Told put some gangsta shit on, nigga |
| How he boming? |
| Huh |
| 2021 with an R&B bitch |
| I bet you know her name, I ain’t gon say her name |
| Grew up to be the man, ain’t grow up to be no snitch, uh |
| Put that shit on gang, put that on my name, uh |
| Better stand on business 'fore they knock you off your feet |
| I know a nigga lost his life just from tryna cross the street |
| I can hit you with the white but it might not be cheap |
| I got on ice with my pipe boy don’t try that shit with me, listen |
| East Side repre- who- yeah, huh |
| East Side represent- uh, hold up! |
| East Side representative, I’m on bullshit |
| Why would I worry 'bout a nigga with this full clip? |
| I don’t get defensive, we on offense |
| Get extra, send some extra bullets through his coffin |
| Bang, get the- gang, gang, bully, get busy |
| Every nigga really ready for that war you see I’m with |
| Strapped up with my partners behind enemy lines, huh |
| Fucking with some bitches that be with them, they be lying, listen |
| We got that dope to take your custos out the line |
| I keep a new check every two weeks like I’m working on the line |
| Listen, ahh, hmm |
| But me not |
| I got banjos in my pants, uh |
| And I know how to dance |
| A young reckless motherfucker with a blick, don’t take no chance |
| I’ma have sex with your girlfriend from the front, 'cause I romance |
| Now listen! |
| Ah, uh |
| Roses on the bed, yeah |
| Perkies with her friends |
| Put a jersey on her head, listen |
| Huh, bitch I be done shot up early for them bands |
| In the game, glasses on, James Worthy, I’m the man, huh |
| Ahh, huh |
| Bro bro shooting funny, he Jamaal Wilkes, uh, aye |
| But that shit don’t matter, it get y’all killed |
| I switch up my spots if I think them people onto me |
| She do backflips over ice, I made her look like Surya Bonaly |
| Got damn! |
| Ah, huh |
| Protect it like it’s precious |
| Got a ruler hanging out that whoo-wham, he gon' learn his lesson |
| Uh, I won’t wear no jump suit but got moves like Elvis Presley |
| Got a bitch that score like I score, she built like Lisa Leslie |
| I do! |
| Nigga |
| All night how I’m cooking, nigga |
| Lil' bit of zaza |
| Got about 250 on |
| I don’t bring my gun around it- nah, hm |
| I won’t bring my gun around the gang, I can’t use that bitch |
| No, I, hmm, rerock |
| You can’t bring your gun around me you won’t use that bitch |
| I don’t care, ah, tuh |
| I don’t care how you feel |
| Pull up with that chopper, get to cutting out of Bonnyville |
| Corner, hop up out it, got that striker sitting off in the field |
| Grab that rifle, aim it at a white bitch, get revenge for Emmett Till |
| Listen, ah, hm, huh |
| Probably ain’t 'posed to say that, ahh |
| Me don’t give no fuck, I’m out here looking for that payback, uhh |
| We go past Ajax, spin a wheel to break the bank glass |
| I got half a tank gas, pull up, get you straight jabbed |
| Bro bro put that hundred on |
| You better run 'cause on my mama, I don’t know what he on |
| I just know he don’t give two fucks about buddy bone |
| Yo hoe in love with me 'cause we don’t never fuck her wrong |
| Listen! |
| She thought she was hooked, huh |
| Told her 'gotta be quicker than that' |
| I need me a book, I been trapping out them extra packs, huh |
| Yeah, It’s words on top of that work as soon as you open it, huh |
| Let you know what the fuck you doing before you smoke it |
| She ain’t even know it to the old ass neighbor |
| She ain’t even know her son got smoked, 'cause she a smoker |
| She was in there getting high, while he out there on the post |
| He know that hard shit too strong |
| Broke her neck, it had choked her |
| 2021 with an R&B bitch |
| I bet you know her name, I ain’t gon say her name, uh |
| 2021 with an R&B bitch |
| I bet you know her name, I ain’t gon say her name |
| Grew up to be the man, ain’t grow up to be no snitch |
| I put that on my gang, I put that on my name |
| I grew up to be the man, ain’t grow up to be no, huh |
| Grew up to be the man, ain’t grow up to be no, naw |