Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kourtside, artist - Sada Baby. Date of issue: 23.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kourtside |
| On God, gang gang |
| Know a nigga here for this |
| RJ always tripping, man |
| RJ always tripping, man |
| Look what that bitch say |
| Hmm |
| I just overheard this bitch |
| Sayin' she tryna do a whole bunch of freaky shit |
| On God, gang gang, know a nigga here for this |
| Give that bitch a perc 10, get that pussy sticky wet |
| I’ma put my dick in that, I’ma see what else the hoe got to offer |
| If the neck ain’t good then a nigga off her |
| Give the bitch one good pump like a Mossberg |
| Then I’ma play my role, Kevin Costner |
| Buy a whole bunch of shit, care what the cost is |
| Got two Glocks looking like the Clermont Twins |
| AR shake everythang, Mizz Twerksum |
| I fell in love with opiods, Mr. Perc Something |
| Call up big bro, man you know he finna murk something |
| I don’t even trip these stupid hoes, like a person |
| Put her on the block, man I’m 'bout to make her work somethin' |
| Bah, bah-bah-bah |
| Two tone Glock, bet it hurt somethin' |
| I’ma shoulder shrug, just like Doug got me feet on |
| She say the sex on fire, Kings of Leon |
| I’ma beat the bitch, have her leave with my tee on |
| Beat her in the morning by the kitchen with the tea on |
| Thirty birds comin' in Atlanta, just like Deon |
| Nigga wanna argue on the net, such a peon |
| Rocking big baguettes, walk around like a chandelier |
| This Damier luggage got fifty grand, it’s for Javier |
| Me and Lil Boat in a Lambo, it’s a red one |
| Only niggas disrespect me, it’s the dead ones |
| If I fuck a bitch from the front, she a bad one |
| If I only hit you from the back, I was horny |
| Ain’t talkin' out the side of my neck, just a warning |
| And I need an extra side of neck in the morning |
| Choppa bummin' wit a knife and mask, Jason Voorhees |
| Fuck around at the Hawks game, I got floor seats |
| Finna go and check on Trae Young, I got kourt seats |
| And I got a Kourt date, same as my show |
| Left my strap in the car, like a dike at church |
| I be walking 'round with armor like a knight at work |
| At night I work |
| Brother called, he got Knicks at night |
| I keep a blue tip, I don’t do the stick and move |
| Legs in the air, one lick, watch the bitch ooze |
| Uzi pistol pro, by my side, gift from Lil Dude |
| Made her put her muhfuckin' knees to her titties |
| Whip my thang in her coochie |
| Spend some cheese on her kids |
| Up the strap on her nigga |
| Whip some keys in her kitchen |
| Got the keys to my whip |
| She like «Let me drive the boat» |
| Got a show up in Detroit, so I’m like «Let me call the GOAT» |
| Sada let me get a four and four hoes, for after the show |
| I’m like «Long as when I get to Atlanta, you hit my phone |
| I need bitches, I need clothes |
| Pints, Percs and poles |
| Ayy, one call that’s all you need to get what you need, woah |
| Why these rappers lookin' like a bunch of wanna be’s |
| Might spend all my cheese on smokin' weed |
| I got opiods, keep your baby mama on her knees |
| Bitch you know the vibes |
| Told my blood hoe, you know the B’s |
| My lil' nigga keep a can for cheap, look like pork and beans |
| Wanna drive my Rari but shit I cannot find the keys |
| So I took the Bentley, no I’m not friendly |
| Baby suck my dick gently |
| All I speak is Fendi |
| Fuck boy, bih |
| Yeah, ayy |
| Sada, Boat, Sada |
| Yeah, bitch |
| Go |