Sada Baby - Whole Lotta Choppas (Lyrics)

🔊 Sada Baby - Whole Lotta Choppas (Lyrics)

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(LYRICS)

[Intro]
I'm bool
(Bang, bang, bang)

[Verse 1]
Ooh, lil' b**ch wanna ride it
Told the b**ch don't get out her body
Hm, get right beside me
I'ma get in that thing, get you slidin'
This b**ch makin' me feel erotic
Huh, she gotta get on this rocket
I don't give a f*ck 'bout her milage
And her grandmom related to the winest
Ooh, that's the sh*t that I like
You a church girl, but you like Christ
Hm, you ain't ever had pipe
Least not this kind, I'ma f*ck you all night
Off a perc, hm, off perc pack
Yeah, leave your b**ch with a hurt back
Where the work? Hm, where the work at?
My young n**gas weighing up to serve that

[Chorus]
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 a$s

[Verse 2]
Scram, we just put them diamonds on your head
Snitchin' a$s n**ga gave his momma to the feds
Little brother, big brother sada got the dreads
DZ DT sada keep the bands
Lil' b**ch can't keep her pu$sy out my hands
Got a real Hood Rat Suki on my hands
I was stackin' blues [?] on they a$s
I be in the bank rollin' cookies on they a$s
I be in the [?] we*d got me [?]
'Cause I just can't be jealous of w*ed, I never stress
I can see the booty from the bottom, that thing can double dutch
And if a white boy shoot on that thing, he Sam Dekker
Heard you used to chew on that thing, Hannibal Lecter
I been poppin' all the pills like Heath Ledger
These d*ugs got me chokin', my n**ga, I'm just tellin'
Your manager got you on the shelf and he sellin'

[Chorus]
They wanna see me do my dance
In these brand new VV chains
Don't disrespect me and my gang
Bang, T-shirt full of blood stains

[Verse 3]
Already had dirt on your name
Now your best friend got a T-shirt of your name, dig that
He 'bout to swerve in your lane
AK hit a n**ga in the stomach, knock off a six pack
Glock [?] click, clack
You know that's end of riff-raff, that's the end of the bullsh**
You know I got a full clip
Hm, I'm gonna use
On my way past your b**ch, I had to say, "Excuse me"
Hm, I thought she was a groupie
Come to find out, b**ch pulled up ridin' with a goofy
Huh, and that was you
Huh, you wasn't on that couch with me and [?]
I had b**ches in the [?] shakin' booty
Had 'em in the parking lot showin' coochie
Had 'em in the bathroom actin' unruly (Ooh)

[Pre-Chorus]
Lil' b**ch wanna ride it
Told the b**ch don't get out her body
Hm, get right beside me
I'ma get in that thing, get you slidin'
This b**ch makin' me feel erotic
Huh, she gotta get on this rocket
I don't give a f*ck 'bout her milage
And her grandmom related to the winest

[Chorus]
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 a$s (Ooh)