Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Say Whoop, artist - Sada Baby. Date of issue: 18.03.2020
Song language: English
Say Whoop |
| Mmh, hmm |
| If they body, I’m gon' |
| Wow, I ain’t know I was this, ooh |
| If they, wow (DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger) |
| They ain’t know I was, hmm |
| If they body drop, I’m gon' smile |
| Wow, they ain’t know I was this violent |
| If they body drop, I’m gon' smile |
| Wow, I ain’t know I was this violent, huh |
| Bitch, I’m St. Louis off of Players Club, huh |
| Shoot a deuce up, it make me feel good, huh |
| Then your bitch give me neck and it’s real good |
| Dependin' on how many Percs I pop, I might tear up, huh |
| We don’t shoot off in the air, this ain’t New Year’s, huh |
| We ain’t shootin' off no flares, ain’t no SOS, huh |
| He is not bulletproof, ain’t no S on chest, huh |
| I don’t sip Kryptonite, bitch, just Wockhardt, huh |
| Lil' ho just did some weird shit, made me block her, hmm |
| Keep that bitch usin' no hands, playin' soccer, huh |
| Grab that bitch with both hands, had to dutch it |
| Pussy almost so good, speak in public, hmm |
| I don’t cheat the grind, Chris Douglas, hmm |
| If I’m here or Dubai, I get money, huh |
| Boy, you on the sideline, I get buckets, huh |
| Been bustin' it since '09, hit my Dougie, uh (DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger) |
| Been bustin' it since '09, hit my Dougie, uh |
| Dog food on my side like my buddy, uh |
| Trust my hustle same way I trust my brother, uh |
| Bust your head same way I bust that brick open |
| Bust your lil' homies, bust your big homies |
| Big FN on me, same way your bitch on me |
| Icy kit on me, and that shit on me |
| Boy, I’m shit talkin', bitch, you dick suckin' |
| Bitch, I’m shit talkin', boy, you dick suckin' |
| All them niggas that you with, they never did nothin' |
| Huh, if you gettin' money, how come you ain’t spend nothin'? |
| You be on the block like I be on it, you ain’t spinned one |
| Fuck it, bust a U-ey, let me hop out |
| I’m gon' do it, they won’t do it, make 'em pop out, hmm |
| Shoot twelve at his kufi, make him cop out |
| Mmh, hit his bitch from the back, make her tap, tap, uh |
| Her lil' booty is the only thing gon' clap back, huh |
| I keep tools in each and every one of my backpacks, huh |
| Tell my cousin get it crackin', I’m a Blood, get it brackin', hmm |
| Hit Choppa Lee to bring that gas mask, uh |
| 'Bout to stop smoking squares 'cause I’m tired of 'em |
| Same time, start smokin' squares 'cause I’m tired of 'em, hmm |
| Told that boy that he was pressure, they done lied to him, huh |
| I’m the main nigga pressure in my bity, ayy, huh |
| Huh, lay the law, nah, nigga, I don’t fuck with it |
| I don’t wanna hit that pussy if I can’t get rough with it |
| Knuck if you buck, if it’s up, then it’s stuck with me |
| Knuck if you buck, if it’s up, then it’s stuck with me, damn |
| If they body drop, I’m gon' smile |
| Wow, they ain’t know I was this violent |
| If they body drop, I’m gon' smile |
| Wow, I ain’t know I was this violent, huh |
| Bitch, I’m St. Louis off of Players Club, huh |
| Shoot a deuce up, it make me feel good, huh |
| Then your bitch give me neck and it’s real good |
| Dependin' on how many Percs I pop, I might tear up, huh |