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SadBoyRaimi - SAD BOY Lyrics



SadBoyRaimi - SAD BOY Lyrics




I'm a sad nigga
But don't you get stabbed nigga
Hate the way these bitches flashing with a badge nigga
Every time I come around they wanna talk figures
We don't have a lot in common you a f*ck nigga
I'm a sad nigga
But don't you get stabbed nigga
Hate the way these bitches flashing with a badge nigga
Every time I come around they wanna talk figures
We don't have a lot in common you a f*ck nigga

We don't have a lot in common you a f*ck nigga
We don't have a lot in common you a f*ck nigga
We don't have a lot in common you a f*ck nigga
We don't have a lot in common you a f*ck nigga

F*ck nigga, yeah, I'm ready for all combat
Can you tell my dead brother can he come back
When I send your ass to heaven when my gun taps
It'll be a shame if my gun just jammed
Sitting in my room
I enjoy the silence
Keep playing with me boy
I'll bring the violence
I keep playing with your strings like a violin
Her nigga beating her ass that some vile shit
Mel you better leave the nigga you on sus shit
F*cking with his bank account
He a broke bitch
If he got a problem with everything that I say
Tell that pussy nigga go ahead and run a fade
Cuz I'll steal his bitch and have her f*cking, sucking me
Stupid little bitch but her booty fat
Little brain
Snatch a chain
Put that nigga in a grave
He don't scare me
But I'll f*ck his bitch any time of the day
I'm a sad boy but bad boy uh

I'm a sad nigga
But don't you get stabbed nigga
Hate the way these bitches flashing with a badge nigga
Every time I come around they wanna talk figures
We don't have a lot in common you a f*ck nigga
I'm a sad nigga
But don't you get stabbed nigga
Hate the way these bitches flashing with a badge nigga
Every time I come around they wanna talk figures
We don't have a lot in common you a f*ck nigga
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English

I'm a sad nigga
But don't you get stabbed nigga
Hate the way these bitches flashing with a badge nigga
Every time I come around they wanna talk figures
We don't have a lot in common you a f*ck nigga
I'm a sad nigga
But don't you get stabbed nigga
Hate the way these bitches flashing with a badge nigga
Every time I come around they wanna talk figures
We don't have a lot in common you a f*ck nigga

We don't have a lot in common you a f*ck nigga
We don't have a lot in common you a f*ck nigga
We don't have a lot in common you a f*ck nigga
We don't have a lot in common you a f*ck nigga

F*ck nigga, yeah, I'm ready for all combat
Can you tell my dead brother can he come back
When I send your ass to heaven when my gun taps
It'll be a shame if my gun just jammed
Sitting in my room
I enjoy the silence
Keep playing with me boy
I'll bring the violence
I keep playing with your strings like a violin
Her nigga beating her ass that some vile shit
Mel you better leave the nigga you on sus shit
F*cking with his bank account
He a broke bitch
If he got a problem with everything that I say
Tell that pussy nigga go ahead and run a fade
Cuz I'll steal his bitch and have her f*cking, sucking me
Stupid little bitch but her booty fat
Little brain
Snatch a chain
Put that nigga in a grave
He don't scare me
But I'll f*ck his bitch any time of the day
I'm a sad boy but bad boy uh

I'm a sad nigga
But don't you get stabbed nigga
Hate the way these bitches flashing with a badge nigga
Every time I come around they wanna talk figures
We don't have a lot in common you a f*ck nigga
I'm a sad nigga
But don't you get stabbed nigga
Hate the way these bitches flashing with a badge nigga
Every time I come around they wanna talk figures
We don't have a lot in common you a f*ck nigga
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Writer: Michael Ramirez
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Performed By: SadBoyRaimi
Language: English
Length: 2:06
Written by: Michael Ramirez

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