"Sad On Sad" lyrics
(Sapjer)
Now I, ah, ah
Now I, I
Never know, how
(Diamonds)
My highs are low (Ooh)
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Uh, uh, uh
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
I confess, I finessed you
Yeah, yeah
I don't know what it will take to make me stop
I can tell a real diamond from a fake with my naked eye (Yessir)
These days a 10 don't even make me shy (Yes)
And these type of garments gotta hang to dry (Hallelujah)
Swear they blood 'cause they see it, just a cable box
They treat me like a shiekh at the Shangri-La (Amen)
You call her (brr), you call her (brr)
You call her your wife, I call her a Lyft
I have a million if I charge her a dollar a kiss
I'd think twice if I were you 'fore I swallow my spit
Had to go, big on big
Go, bad on bad
That nigga sad on sad on sad on sad on the top
Sad on sad on sad on sad on the top
Had to go, big on big
Go, bad on bad
That nigga sad on sad on sad on sad on the top
Sad on sad on sad on sad on the top
Always been a petty nigga
Mani-pedi 'fore I pull the tr—
Soulja Boy, tell em
Shoot-out lemme get em
Got these niggas sick
Got me showing every symptom
Your favorite rapper's watching the crate challenge
Should've been using his WiFi to check the bank balance
Splash water on all of my other PH balance
Rose gold, put the pink down like a face pallet
You call her (Uh), you call her (uh)
You should stop calling 'cause shes very busy
Good pussy got me tired
Every morning I take the flier to tour 'cause she open up in every city
(Wave to women and holler at me)
Go, bad on bad
That nigga sad on sad on sad on sad on the top
Sad on sad on sad on sad on the top
Had to go, big on big
Go, bad on bad
That nigga sad on sad on sad on sad on the top
Sad on sad on sad on sad on the top
Now I, ah, ah
Now I, I
Never know, how
(Diamonds)
My highs are low (Ooh)
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Uh, uh, uh
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
I confess, I finessed you
Yeah, yeah
I don't know what it will take to make me stop
I can tell a real diamond from a fake with my naked eye (Yessir)
These days a 10 don't even make me shy (Yes)
And these type of garments gotta hang to dry (Hallelujah)
Swear they blood 'cause they see it, just a cable box
They treat me like a shiekh at the Shangri-La (Amen)
You call her (brr), you call her (brr)
You call her your wife, I call her a Lyft
I have a million if I charge her a dollar a kiss
I'd think twice if I were you 'fore I swallow my spit
Had to go, big on big
Go, bad on bad
That nigga sad on sad on sad on sad on the top
Sad on sad on sad on sad on the top
Had to go, big on big
Go, bad on bad
That nigga sad on sad on sad on sad on the top
Sad on sad on sad on sad on the top
Always been a petty nigga
Mani-pedi 'fore I pull the tr—
Soulja Boy, tell em
Shoot-out lemme get em
Got these niggas sick
Got me showing every symptom
Your favorite rapper's watching the crate challenge
Should've been using his WiFi to check the bank balance
Splash water on all of my other PH balance
Rose gold, put the pink down like a face pallet
You call her (Uh), you call her (uh)
You should stop calling 'cause shes very busy
Good pussy got me tired
Every morning I take the flier to tour 'cause she open up in every city
(Wave to women and holler at me)
Go, bad on bad
That nigga sad on sad on sad on sad on the top
Sad on sad on sad on sad on the top
Had to go, big on big
Go, bad on bad
That nigga sad on sad on sad on sad on the top
Sad on sad on sad on sad on the top
