| RJ always trippin', man
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| RJ always trippin', man
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| I don’t like niggas and that’s the, uh
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| I don’t like niggas and that’s the honest to God truth (Hmm)
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| I’m gon' kill niggas and that’s a promise, I wanna shoot (Huh)
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| Slap the beam on the 45, AR make 'em take a nosedive
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| Big ol' 40, we don’t got no 9's
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| Chopper chop off a nigga whole side
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| Pussy, we get to movin' shit like ArtVan
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| I fuck your bitch and change my clothes like I’m Clark Kent
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| And ayy, I’m that nigga that like to start shit
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| Walk out that bar, no headlights, get this car lit (Ayy)
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| I’m a workin' ass nigga with no time for games
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| You’s a perpin' ass nigga, you all kinds of lame
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| Baby twerkin' with them Perkys in her Prada thang
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| Up this FN, you not my friend, don’t say not a thing
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| Kiss your bitch on her neck, make her coochie rang
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| I put cream on her face, now she Gucci Mane
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| Tooda Man, that’s my twin 'cause we shoot the same
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| Want so much more, 'bout to tell Hush make me a hookah chain
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| I whoop a bitch with the belt like I’m Pootie Tang
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| Sada ting at the trap, gotta move the yay
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| And I hold the chopstick like a ukulele
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| In the Yukon, u-turn, bust your brain
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| Why I make you need a towel? |
| 'Cause we party wild
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| And your daughter love a nigga more than Barbie dolls
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| And your son love a nigga more than action figures
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| But he 'bout to lose a father figure when I whack them niggas
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| And I just bought 12 Percs off Tire Man
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| And I got more work than Allen Iverson
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| Got more money than your grandaddy retire with
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| And I’m in every bitch crib like a Fire Stick
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| I’m in every bitch crib like some UGG boots
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| I be in every bitch face like, «I love you»
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| Lyin' straight to them bitches is what thugs do
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| Up my 5 on them bitches is what Bloods do
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| I be in every nigga face like, «Fuck you»
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| A freaky man, hit your bitch with that ooh-wee-ooh
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| That skillet, man, hit that man with that rug-a-roo
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| Lay the smack down on you niggas or I Roody-Poo, bitch
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| I don’t like niggas and that’s the honest to God truth (Hmm)
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| I’m gon' kill niggas and that’s a promise, I wanna shoot (Huh)
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| Slap the beam on the 45, AR make 'em take a nosedive
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| Big ol' 40, we don’t got no 9's
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| Chopper chop off a nigga whole side |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Honest , by - Sada Baby. Song from the album Bartier Bounty, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп