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Pregnant Video (MV)




Performed By: SahBabii
Length: 2:42
Written by: Saaheem Valdery




SahBabii - Pregnant Lyrics
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Yeah
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah
Ooh-ah
Ooh-ah
Yeah

My pockets pregnant (pregnant, pregnant, pregnant), yeah (yeah)
Nut in her mouth, got her tongue pregnant
New opp pack, it's a smoke section
I fire with the gun, f*ck that tongue wrestle
Get on your knees, let the gun bless you
They throwin' salt, we made a lot of pretzels, ooh

I got cheese and sticks, don't make a nigga spill your marinara (marinara)
My vision clear, my last name Lee, first name Sara (Sara)
Ooze on the cake like some syrup (syrup)
I'm f*ckin' that ho in the mirror (mirror)
I'm tryna see if I'm f*ckin' her right
I'm tryna see if I'm tearin' it up
Yeah, I'm tearin' it up, we hit your block, then we tearin' it up (yeah, yeah)
Turn in the cut, let down the window, we spilling your guts (skrrt)
Spin your block every week, ain't no givin' up
Like I'm comin' to the stage, nigga, give it up (give it up)
'Fore this semi buss, pussy
Ooh, ooh, give it up (give it up)
Ooh, ooh, give it up (give it up)
Yeah, Freak booted, he done slimmed me up
Long live Bo, we gon' live it up
Rest in peace Tyboo, we miss you bro, yeah
She suck on the dick, wanna swallow nut
I'm still f*ckin' when the condom bust

My pockets pregnant (pregnant, pregnant, pregnant), yeah (yeah)
Nut in her mouth, got her tongue pregnant
New opp pack, it's a smoke section
I fire with the gun, f*ck that tongue wrestle
Get on your knees, let the gun bless you
They throwin' salt, we made a lot of pretzels, ooh

Respect, I'ma die 'bout it (die 'bout it)
Couple niggas stabbed me in the back
F*ck I'm 'posed to do, cry 'bout it? (Cry)
If he ain't talkin' money, get the f*ck from 'round me (f*ck from 'round)
These niggas sweet like a fifty cent brownie (yeah)
With the M&M's in it (haha)
These niggas greasy like Church's chicken (with that bitch)
I know they plottin', my windows tinted
Give back to my people, that is the mission (mission complete)
Triple six god, I'm the lieutenant (I'm the lieutenant)
With knowledge and power, I know I'ma win
No matter how fast or slow, I know I'ma finish

My pockets pregnant (pregnant, pregnant, pregnant), yeah (yeah)
Nut in her mouth, got her tongue pregnant
New opp pack, it's a smoke section
I fire with the gun, f*ck that tongue wrestle
Get on your knees, let the gun bless you
They throwin' salt, we made a lot of pretzels, ooh
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Yeah
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah
Ooh-ah
Ooh-ah
Yeah

My pockets pregnant (pregnant, pregnant, pregnant), yeah (yeah)
Nut in her mouth, got her tongue pregnant
New opp pack, it's a smoke section
I fire with the gun, f*ck that tongue wrestle
Get on your knees, let the gun bless you
They throwin' salt, we made a lot of pretzels, ooh

I got cheese and sticks, don't make a nigga spill your marinara (marinara)
My vision clear, my last name Lee, first name Sara (Sara)
Ooze on the cake like some syrup (syrup)
I'm f*ckin' that ho in the mirror (mirror)
I'm tryna see if I'm f*ckin' her right
I'm tryna see if I'm tearin' it up
Yeah, I'm tearin' it up, we hit your block, then we tearin' it up (yeah, yeah)
Turn in the cut, let down the window, we spilling your guts (skrrt)
Spin your block every week, ain't no givin' up
Like I'm comin' to the stage, nigga, give it up (give it up)
'Fore this semi buss, pussy
Ooh, ooh, give it up (give it up)
Ooh, ooh, give it up (give it up)
Yeah, Freak booted, he done slimmed me up
Long live Bo, we gon' live it up
Rest in peace Tyboo, we miss you bro, yeah
She suck on the dick, wanna swallow nut
I'm still f*ckin' when the condom bust

My pockets pregnant (pregnant, pregnant, pregnant), yeah (yeah)
Nut in her mouth, got her tongue pregnant
New opp pack, it's a smoke section
I fire with the gun, f*ck that tongue wrestle
Get on your knees, let the gun bless you
They throwin' salt, we made a lot of pretzels, ooh

Respect, I'ma die 'bout it (die 'bout it)
Couple niggas stabbed me in the back
F*ck I'm 'posed to do, cry 'bout it? (Cry)
If he ain't talkin' money, get the f*ck from 'round me (f*ck from 'round)
These niggas sweet like a fifty cent brownie (yeah)
With the M&M's in it (haha)
These niggas greasy like Church's chicken (with that bitch)
I know they plottin', my windows tinted
Give back to my people, that is the mission (mission complete)
Triple six god, I'm the lieutenant (I'm the lieutenant)
With knowledge and power, I know I'ma win
No matter how fast or slow, I know I'ma finish

My pockets pregnant (pregnant, pregnant, pregnant), yeah (yeah)
Nut in her mouth, got her tongue pregnant
New opp pack, it's a smoke section
I fire with the gun, f*ck that tongue wrestle
Get on your knees, let the gun bless you
They throwin' salt, we made a lot of pretzels, ooh
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Writer: Saaheem Valdery
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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