
Leave Em There Sada Baby
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[Intro]
TooDope
Ayy, ayy-ayy
I just did it for the [?][0:15]
[?][0:20]
Oh-ooh-oh
[Chorus]
Huh, all these people sure fake
Huh, I been knew how to deal with all the hate
Huh, but they can not determine my fate
Huh, I'm close to God, you can't challenge my faith
Look, I'm not playin', this how I was raised
Pray night and day, what you want me to say?
Hand 'cross my heart and then I let the chopper spray
Huh, uh-mm, we gon' leave 'em where he lay
[Verse 1]
Send his ass to Timbuktu, that's what the ten milli' do
AR get to kickin' too, put me in a better mood
Catch me in the kitchen, ooh, uh
Whippin' up extra food, uh
We don't try to eat 'til my niggas make sure
They don't never, ever wanna slide no more
If we don't get away, that what the hideaway for
Catch a nigga lackin' and we drive away, gone
Gon' drop 'em on the sidewalk by the pay phone
[?][1:11] got a space bar clip
Got shooters with me, can't paint my whip
Ten on this bitch get your shit flipped
Gotta win this war, it ain't gon' be easy
Got to be 'cause we needs it
I guess we embrace our demons
Then dump shit 'til he ain't breathin'
Gotta leave a nigga speechless
Gotta make sure, oh-oh-oh, mm
Make sure he know the meanin'
Murder junkie, I'm fiendin'
TooDope
Ayy, ayy-ayy
I just did it for the [?][0:15]
[?][0:20]
Oh-ooh-oh
[Chorus]
Huh, all these people sure fake
Huh, I been knew how to deal with all the hate
Huh, but they can not determine my fate
Huh, I'm close to God, you can't challenge my faith
Look, I'm not playin', this how I was raised
Pray night and day, what you want me to say?
Hand 'cross my heart and then I let the chopper spray
Huh, uh-mm, we gon' leave 'em where he lay
[Verse 1]
Send his ass to Timbuktu, that's what the ten milli' do
AR get to kickin' too, put me in a better mood
Catch me in the kitchen, ooh, uh
Whippin' up extra food, uh
We don't try to eat 'til my niggas make sure
They don't never, ever wanna slide no more
If we don't get away, that what the hideaway for
Catch a nigga lackin' and we drive away, gone
Gon' drop 'em on the sidewalk by the pay phone
[?][1:11] got a space bar clip
Got shooters with me, can't paint my whip
Ten on this bitch get your shit flipped
Gotta win this war, it ain't gon' be easy
Got to be 'cause we needs it
I guess we embrace our demons
Then dump shit 'til he ain't breathin'
Gotta leave a nigga speechless
Gotta make sure, oh-oh-oh, mm
Make sure he know the meanin'
Murder junkie, I'm fiendin'
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