Lyrics BILLIE Holiday - Sada Baby, DeJ Loaf

BILLIE Holiday

Backwood fired up and it’s Friday
Imma get fresh and get high today
Got my Rolex on with my Cartier
We gon over do it like a holiday
Old bitch humming Billie Holiday
Just coped two zips from around the way
I sip wock and my unc drinking vassier
Lil' mamma with the body
Can you break it down, lemme see you boost the A
Put ya thong on, you gon tell the truth today
I’m tryna see how that coochie
I ain’t bout to pay for the, you be sayin
It’s a good day, lemme do my dance
Got the barbecue grill with the brew in my hand
Paper plate on my knees while I’m domino playing
Know a nigga eat that soul food, DJ playing old school (Hm)
Ball room on the grass
They ain’t know I could ball room on they ass
Good lil' water fight, put the kids up
Still gotta do grown shit, bitch you T-ing up (Hm)
It’s so hot outside, hope nobody get dropped outside
I mean I pray niggas minding they business
You know the trial ain’t gon have no witness
Focus on what pays you and thank god (God)
Hoping that he saves you and yo squad (Squad)
I’ll never play you if you mine
I’m just tryna make you, a good time
Stress off yo mind, reload yo nine
This by design, we gon be fine (Fine)
Never defy it, never deny it
None of my guys, we forever slide (Huh)
Backwood fired up and it’s Friday
Imma get fresh and get high today
Got my Rolex on with my Cartier
We gon over do it like a holiday
Old bitch humming Billie Holiday
Just coped two zips from around the way
I sip wock and my unc drinking vassier
Lil' mamma with the body
I raise hell with my dogs
And I pray to god that we make it to heaven
Cause in this Smith and Wesson (Plow)
And my brother just cut off his tether (Yeah)
Jumped off the porch at eleven
Watching movies with my grandma, Bruce
We need no fireworks, late night special (Blow)
Kick off one with us, we gon bust your vessel (Aye, Hm)
My uncle ain’t gon play about his first niece
My second niece the only one can play with my first
Auntie ask me for some money, what you got for me?
My hair would have been straight without
Had the tape in the box, step, one two three
When we was saying I don’t come to dogs, dogs come to me
I just hit a backwood, I’m finna go to sleep
I just payed my taxes, imma grown woman
Uncle Sam will beat on yo ass like you stole something
Smoking so much weed I had
All my niggas small but they don’t know nothing (Yeah)
Can’t chose, I’m getting both of em (Bwah)
Come kick it with the, with the bosses and the gangstas (Yeah)
I just called my bro, hello?
(Ou Yeah)
He said he’s on the floor (Ou)
Backwood fired up and it’s Friday
Imma get fresh and get high today
Got my Rolex on with my Cartier
We gon over do it like a holiday
Old bitch humming Billie Holiday
Just coped two zips from around the way
I sip wock and my unc drinking vassier
Lil' mamma with the body
Sada waddup?
(Yeah)
(Mmh Yeah)
Eastside, yeah
It’s the Eastside ain’t it?
Eastside ain’t it?