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lirik lagu 150/55 – sada baby

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chorus: i pulled up to chiraq with my own guns
i told her, you ain’t got let me hold none
i just popped me a perc, this the second one
how i whip a brick like a baby, good negligence
i just put a two on topside, black excellence
i cook dope all day, i’m the goat wit’ it

n*ggas in the way, i see money imma go get it
40 on me nine, if i freeze i ain’t know limit
shorty [?] ain’t got no feelings
only speak to g’s, don’t get pleased bout a hoe feelings
family shouldn’t mix with the streets, ain’t no reason
do bad business, f*ckin with that bag, have my mans k!ll ’em

sada baby:
flip ’em, i get a n*gga b*tch robbed
see an opp, gon get him dropped i ain’t b*tch squad
150/55 can’t let sh*t slide
i’m from the eastside, you ain’t see no n*gga live
get that boi sh*t back, catch a n*gga blow his sh*t out
don’t make me get out
do have the sk!ll to pull them clips out

g*herbo:
libro made em shut the club down, n*gga flipped out
seen this sh*t, open close range, face ripped out
caught so many stupid n*ggas walking outta b*tch house
it ain’t sh*t to fund a couple wars, i’m so rich now
we get on that boy ass, better get ’round
probably that track hog cheap when we found [???]

sada baby:
every other day i’m buying box for my n*ggas nem
lame n*gga keep chasing clout, we gon’ get at him
and every shot we send at him subliminal, we drillin him
he acting like a b*tch, doubt he fire, he too feminine

g*herbo:
i got runflats on my tires cause we in this sh*t
5 gl!cks, we be 4*7 cause we in the 6
what i tell you bout a n*gga age, they ain’t innocent
i be reminiscning we was hot heads, drillin’ sh*t

sada baby:
i rememberin’
all the b*tches that was into me
we got intimate, and then i left and made them ignorant
i’m inconsiderate, don’t give a f*ck cause i’m belligerent
and deliberate, i end my enemies with 50 clips

g*herbo:
squeeze militant
went on missions then i’m ignorant
stay listening, taught myself cause i got disipline
diamonds glistening, that ain’t sh*t i paid a brick for this
made an m this year and ain’t do sh*t, now that’s arithmatic
made an m and i can’t even travel ain’t that bout a b*tch?
n*ggas taking sh*t up in the street, but ain’t that bout a b*tch?
go to ny, imma tote a scalpal i ain’t got a bl!ck
same glock be yours automatic, mine sh*t got a switch

sada baby:
burns on my back, so i keep a burner in the trap
i send a n*gga to his grave, if it’s bout a bag
drop body, tell n0body bout it i ain’t gotta brag
4*5 or the 0*9, gotta lotta mags
bust them knives on your ass, ain’t no more changes
up this drake on yo ass, give you close casket
i shot an opp b*tch too since them hoes ask
hold the ar to my stomach like we slow dancin’

g*herbo:
kidnap a n*gga just to k!ll ’em, it ain’t no ransom
ride with the clique, f*ck a b*tch, we ain’t romancin’
whoop a n*gga quick, all kicks, call it no hands
pressure on they hoe ass, no pass, no chances
this b*tch will fall off your waist, can’t do no dancing
oppers can’t even get near me, ain’t got no transit
f*cking off in a foreign till we blow trans’
my bro shoot this b*tch from half, like he go to kasas
and i shot that b*tch from close, like i go to duke
for chris and calvin, throwin’ c’s, like i roll with snoop

sada baby:
and capernella throwin’ p’s, know i’m skubaru
b*tch squad fresh stomp a n*gga if i got my woo
i just smoked eleventeen blunts up in illinois
when i link up with your sm*t, i won’t get annoyed
when i break up with that b*tt, i won’t feel a void
i just made another 100 racks, i was aiming for it
open up 10 traps you can get employed
get another 20 stripes you can get dead
sip the tryst by itself, rock with the red
i could buy another brick and put it on your head
i could aim it at you or shoot it at your mans
once you put it on the floor, you takin’ the l

chorus: i pulled up to chiraq with my own guns
i told her, you ain’t got let me hold none
i just popped me a perc, this the second one
how i whip a brick like a baby, good negligence
i just put a two on topside, black excellence
i cook dope all day, i’m the goat wit’ it

n*ggas in the way, i see money imma go get it
40 on me nine, if i freeze i ain’t know limit
shorty [?] ain’t got no feelings
only speak to g’s, don’t get pleased bout a hoe feelings
family shouldn’t mix with the streets, ain’t no reason
do bad business, f*ckin with that bag, have my mans k!ll ’em