Sadboys Freestyle 2005
Ooh
Sadboy record breaker
All these phony ass sad boys missing the perspective
I won't ice out anything factory my collectives
On the highway 95
If I swerve right
You gon fly high I'm going the wrong direction
Snussy got me fay fay fay imma fly away
Another city no one recognise me imma creep away
Niggas acting different when they hearing that the colours change
Coming like some air bnb call up Charlemagne
Asking for directions in life I ain't no tourist guide
Im the big fish nemo woulda hate me too
If you want the right baby I can make you fly away
Touch down in my city you know Y2s at the O2
I do what I want
When I want
I'm that boss nigga
Big G
With a fat B with a big figure
Not a c class
AMG
With a 10 seater
Limousine
Alligator seats
It's a big creature
Big league niggas henessy with a balmain
Same niggas pull up at church with a cross chain
I cannot trust niggas
Who can never keep the block safe
Moving like it's LBC
More words than they weigh
All these phony ass sad boys missing the perspective
I won't ice out anything factory my collectives
On the highway 95
If I swerve right
You gon fly high I'm going the wrong direction
We get high
We get motherfucking high
Turn a vape to a motherfucking vype
Eating sweets just so I can feel alive
Shit get foamy then I plate my shit with chicken and fried rice
Asking for directions in life I ain't no tourist guide
Yeah
Sadboy record breaker
All these phony ass sad boys missing the perspective
I won't ice out anything factory my collectives
On the highway 95
If I swerve right
You gon fly high I'm going the wrong direction
Snussy got me fay fay fay imma fly away
Another city no one recognise me imma creep away
Niggas acting different when they hearing that the colours change
Coming like some air bnb call up Charlemagne
Asking for directions in life I ain't no tourist guide
Im the big fish nemo woulda hate me too
If you want the right baby I can make you fly away
Touch down in my city you know Y2s at the O2
I do what I want
When I want
I'm that boss nigga
Big G
With a fat B with a big figure
Not a c class
AMG
With a 10 seater
Limousine
Alligator seats
It's a big creature
Big league niggas henessy with a balmain
Same niggas pull up at church with a cross chain
I cannot trust niggas
Who can never keep the block safe
Moving like it's LBC
More words than they weigh
All these phony ass sad boys missing the perspective
I won't ice out anything factory my collectives
On the highway 95
If I swerve right
You gon fly high I'm going the wrong direction
We get high
We get motherfucking high
Turn a vape to a motherfucking vype
Eating sweets just so I can feel alive
Shit get foamy then I plate my shit with chicken and fried rice
Asking for directions in life I ain't no tourist guide
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Claudia Chapman
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