Correction Lyrics Kam and Kauri by Sada Baby

Featuring(s) : Skilla Baby

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Lyrics

[Intro: Sada Baby]
I know he, ooh

[Chorus: Sada Baby]
I trust my dog with my life, know he gon' guard it for me, huh
I trust my dog with my life, know he gon' guard it for me, huh
Hmm, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, huh
I ain't gotta watch my back never
If he right here, he gon' watch it for me, huh
I ain't gotta watch my back never
If he right here, he know he got it for me, huh
If he right here, know he got it for me, huh
If he right here, know he got it for, hmm

[Verse: Sada Baby & Skilla Baby]
Know my brother got my back and I got his, hmm
Back to back off the back, nigga, watch this
Back to back, stretch cocked, we the Glock twins
FK got my back and I got his
You niggas only be outside on the weekends
I be outside all night to next evening
We been lookin' for the opps to the weekend
We got money on the floor, bitch, we leavin'
Scoop the backend, turn around, bitch, here we bome
Hoopin' on the 'net only time niggas seen me run
Oop the frontend to us, nigga, here we come
We ain't jump in that real bag, we just havin' fun
Skilla brothers my brothers, tell him call Flare
His opps my opps, and my opps is his, uh
We'll fuck the party up if you all there
We gon' set the roof on fire if dog there
Got a bankroll fresh off the snow, man, it's all there
Yeah, I'm the type, you pull up on me, you gon' see your broad there
Move 'bows, sell dog, Baby Cuddo do fraud there
FK got the drop on the opps, we was all there
I was already sick in the head 'fore this virus hit
Hmm, I been sick of all this bitch-ass shit
All these bitch-ass niggas, all these bitch-ass bitches
Hit an opp bitch, took a smoke break, and dipped back in
Had enough of this ho nigga talk, nigga, this my limit
Pop a Perc', beat his ass like I'm Popeye, this my spinach
I be trippin' on my block like Dennis the Menace
Close the blind on my neighbors, mind my business
Cut the radio up, heard the K on it
Huh, off Perkies, off drank, know I stay on it, huh
Sip my lean like coffee, but it ain't no Java
I don't want Wedding Cake, bring me that Guava
Nigga say he big squad, he must know Sada
Hmm, nigga say he Big Ape, he must know Ron
How you Fast Money, and you don't even be with the don?
How dog say he from the 10, don't know Cameron?
I done made so many blues with the Red Whoop
Huh, no cap, made ten about ten times
I'll leave that boy shitty like Stan and Tron
In school, I was TRD to that scantron
If FK see red, get your head blue
Huh, I'll bring this shit back like the hands of time
Trap got a trap out in Akron, the land of 'Bron
Skilla got Mamba Mentality, snake your slime
Bhopstick clap loud as hell, it'll wake up Juan
Bhopstick'll knock down a frat, it'll break they line
Fracture your brain, break your mind
Hate that swine, they ain't my kind
This shit crack, make fiends breakdance to it
Hmm, make your bitch shake her ass to it
Hate that slime, it ain't my kind
Hate that slime, it ain't my kind
Duh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, hate that swine, it ain't my kind
Hate that slime, it ain't my kind
Hate that slime, it ain't my kind
Hate that swine, it ain't my, uh

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