Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sada Wada, artist - Sada Baby.
Date of issue: 27.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sada Wada |
Ayy, like who you talkin' to? |
You see the… pokin' out my… |
Ayy, I put the rock on ya, point a nigga to the moon |
Ayy, like who you talkin' to? |
You don’t see the- |
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
Yeah, ooh |
Ayy, ayy, hmm |
Ask that bitch, like, «Who you talkin' to?» |
Like you don’t see this 30 pokin' out my joggin' suit? |
Do I look like the type of nigga like to argue you? |
I put that rocket on him, point a nigga to the moon |
I got the box slappin, jumpin' like a barbeque |
I sell that dog food, Skuba keep the Marmaduke |
Cross a nigga out, slick mouthin', like my momma, «Nah» |
Stomp a nigga out, watch yo' mouth, fuck is wrong with you? |
Bitch, I’m number one, I ain’t number two |
She know how to shake it 'cause she grew up off the Uncle Luke |
And I know I can make it 'cause my baby show me what to do |
You can never play me to my face 'cause I don’t fuck with you |
And, bitch, I got the gun and I wanna shoot |
We can play it how you wanna play it, what you wanna do? |
And I fucked around with OCs up in middle school |
You baby momma stuff the pills for me and payed the bills for you |
And this no lie, I can’t count the days that go by |
I just know I can’t, uh, fuck with yo' kind |
Fuck with me and I’m takin' yo' life |
Huh, the big 45, no IG, I’m endin' yo' life |
We were sellin' whole things and 10s in '05 |
I might hop out the Wraith and watch it ghost ride |
Ask that bitch, like, «Who you talkin' to?» |
Like you don’t see this 30 pokin' out my joggin' suit? |
Do I look like the type of nigga like to argue you? |
I put that rocket on him, point a nigga to the moon |
I got the box slappin, jumpin' like a barbeque |
I sell that dog food, Skuba keep the Marmaduke |
Cross a nigga out, slick mouthin', like my momma, «Nah» |
Stomp a nigga out, watch yo' mouth, fuck is wrong with you? |
And bitch you know I’m young and I’m in love with you |
I can never fuck another bitch how I be fuckin' you |
Feel like I’m off the drank when I’m layin' up under you |
You can never suck another dick how you be suckin' Skub |
And I just spent another dub 'cause I wanted to |
Had to show a pussy nigga this what bein' loyal do |
And I used to be a fightin' ass nigga when I went to school |
Now I’m a icy ass nigga in my interviews |
Your nigga had a 'fore I had a jeweler |
Shoot a nigga in the eye, he look like Rick the Ruler |
Now my wrist look like a freezer and my wrist a cooler |
My lil' nigga made thirty thousand in his PT Cruiser |
A nigga sellin' drugs and got a 50 shooter |
Say they’ll pop up at church, you think that they won’t do it |
Slide up, Sunday evenin', screamin' «Hallelujah» |
Grab my, make it Tuesday |
Ask that bitch, like, «Who you talkin' to?» |
Like you don’t see this 30 pokin' out my joggin' suit? |
Do I look like the type of nigga like to argue you? |
I put that rocket on him, point a nigga to the moon |
I got the box slappin, jumpin' like a barbeque |
I sell that dog food, Skuba keep the Marmaduke |
Cross a nigga out, slick mouthin', like my momma, «Nah» |
Stomp a nigga out, watch yo' mouth, fuck is wrong with you? |