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Whole Lotta Choppas Karaoke

Sada Baby

LyricsWhole Lotta Choppas

The Coal Cash Collection

I'm bool

Bang bang bang

Ooh lil' bitch wanna ride it

Told the bitch

don't get out her body

Hm get right beside me

I'ma get in that thing

get you sliding

This bitch making me feel erotic

Huh she gotta get on this rocket

I don't give a fuck

'bout her mileage

And her grandmom

related to the Winans

Ooh that's the shit that I like

You a church girl

but you like Christ

Hm you ain't ever had pipe

'Least not this kind

I'ma fuck you all night

Off a Perc'

hm off a Perc' pack

Yeah leave your bitch

with a hurt back

Where the work

Hm where the work at

My young n###as

weighing up to serve that

They wanna see me do my dance

In these thousand dollar pants

Don't disrespect me and my mans

Bang

Whole lotta choppas on your ass

Scram

We just put them diamonds

on your head

Snitching ass n###a

gave his momma to the feds

Little brother big brother

sada got the dreads

DZ DT Sada keep the bands

Lil' bitch can't keep

her pussy out my hands

Got a real Hood

Rat Suki on my hands

I was stackin' blues

run up Tookies on they ass

I be in the bank

rolling cookies on they ass

I be in the nerves G

weed gave me is busting

'Cause Sada can't be jealous

off weed I'm never stressing

I can see the booty

from the bottom that thing

come double decker

And if a white boy shoot

on that thing he Sam Dekker

Heard you used to chew

on that thing Hannibal Lecter

Have you popping all

of the pills like Heath Ledger

These drugs got me choking

my n###a I'm just telling

Your manager got you on the shelf

and he selling you

They wanna see me do my dance

In these brand new VV chains

Don't disrespect me and my gang

Bang

Tshirt full of blood stains

already had dirt on your name

Now your best friend

got a T shirt of your name

dig that

Big body swerve in your lane

AK hit a n###a in the stomach

knock off your six pack

Like cinema just hear the click clack

You know that's end of riff raff

that's the end of the bullshit

You know I got a full clip

Hmm walk out and use it

On my way past your bitch

I had to say excuse me

Hmm I thought she was a groupie

Come to find out

bitch pulled up riding

with a goofy

Huh and that was you

Huh you wasn't on that couch

me and Uie

Had bitches in the wop

shaking booty

Had 'em in the parking lot

showing coochie

Had 'em in the bathroom

actin' unruly huh

Lil' bitch wanna ride it

Told the bitch

don't get out her body

Hm get right beside me

I'ma get in that thing

get you sliding

This bitch making me feel erotic

Huh she gotta get on this rocket

I don't give a fuck

'bout her mileage

And her grandmom

related to the Winans

They wanna see me do my dance

In these thousand dollar pants

Don't disrespect me and my mans

Bang

Whole lotta choppas on your ass

Huh

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