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Sada Baby - Whole Lotta Choppas Lyrics
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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 to slidin'
This bitch 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 Winans
Ooh, that's the shit that I like
You a church girl, bitch, 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 a bitch with a hurt back
Where the work? Hm, where the work at?
My young niggas wakin' 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 dollars on your head
Snitchin' ass nigga 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 Bay rollin' Cookies on they ass
I be in they nerves, G weed gave me is bustin'
'Cause Sada can't be jealous of weed, I'm never stressin'
I can see the booty from the bottom, that thing come double decker
Let my white boy shoot on that thing, he Sam Dekker
Heard you used to chew on that thing, Hannibal Lecter
Have you poppin' all of the pills like Heath Ledger
These drugs got me chokin', my nigga, I'm just tellin'
Your manager got you on the shelf and he sellin'

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

Already had dirt on your name
Now your best friend got a T-shirt with your name, dig that
Big body swerve in your lane
Ak hit a nigga in the stomach, knock off a six pack
Like cinema, just hear the click-clack
Now 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
I walked past your bitch, I had to say, "Excuse me"
Hm, I thought she was a groupie
Come to find out, bitch pulled up ridin' with a goofy
Huh, and that was you
Huh, you wasn't on that couch with me and Huey
I had bitches in the wild shakin' booty
Had 'em in the parking lot showin' coochie
Had 'em in the bathroom actin' unruly (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 to slidin'
This bitch 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 Winans

They wanna see me do my dance
In these ties thousand dollar pants
Don't disrespect me and my mans
Bang, whole lotta choppas on your ass (ooh)
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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 to slidin'
This bitch 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 Winans
Ooh, that's the shit that I like
You a church girl, bitch, 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 a bitch with a hurt back
Where the work? Hm, where the work at?
My young niggas wakin' 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 dollars on your head
Snitchin' ass nigga 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 Bay rollin' Cookies on they ass
I be in they nerves, G weed gave me is bustin'
'Cause Sada can't be jealous of weed, I'm never stressin'
I can see the booty from the bottom, that thing come double decker
Let my white boy shoot on that thing, he Sam Dekker
Heard you used to chew on that thing, Hannibal Lecter
Have you poppin' all of the pills like Heath Ledger
These drugs got me chokin', my nigga, I'm just tellin'
Your manager got you on the shelf and he sellin'

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

Already had dirt on your name
Now your best friend got a T-shirt with your name, dig that
Big body swerve in your lane
Ak hit a nigga in the stomach, knock off a six pack
Like cinema, just hear the click-clack
Now 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
I walked past your bitch, I had to say, "Excuse me"
Hm, I thought she was a groupie
Come to find out, bitch pulled up ridin' with a goofy
Huh, and that was you
Huh, you wasn't on that couch with me and Huey
I had bitches in the wild shakin' booty
Had 'em in the parking lot showin' coochie
Had 'em in the bathroom actin' unruly (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 to slidin'
This bitch 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 Winans

They wanna see me do my dance
In these ties thousand dollar pants
Don't disrespect me and my mans
Bang, whole lotta choppas on your ass (ooh)
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Writer: Casada Sorrell, Cecil Glenn, Steven Gibson, Marcus Coleman Black
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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