sable by wolfacejoeyy Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Oh, oh (Oh-oh)
Oh (Oh-oh)
Oh (Oh-oh)
Hey (Oh)
Hey, yeah (Oh)
Yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Woah, I'm in the city of angels
They say that they proud of me, say that I'm turning the tables
Gotta disconnect the fakes like a cable
These boys are fools like the first day of April (Yeah)
Lil' baby, I'm steady and stable
Bad bitch and she look like Sable
[Chorus]
Oh, okay, she want Gabbana and Dolce
Tryna be me, nigga, no way
Got a bad bitch and lil' shawty go both ways
And we caught that lil' nigga in 4K
In the muhfucking heights like its broadway
And we caught that boy lacking in broad day
Yeah, I'm doing it baby, in my way, uh
On her chinny-chin-chin
Shawty, she be capping on her chinny-chin-chin
And my lil' brothеr got a choppa and we sending him in
Shawty said she lovе me, she said, "Joey, you my twin" (Woah, oh, woah, oh)
[Verse]
Ayy, feel like Sha'Carri, I'm running (Yeah)
All these racks that I'm thumbing
We popping out at the function (Yeah)
That lil' nigga ain't nothing (Oh my God)
Lil' shawty pushing my buttons (Oh my God)
We them niggas up to something (What, oh my)
Choppa make beats like it's London (Woah)
Racks, you don't got none of that
I'm chasing the bag like a running back
I don't do shit for the internet
If you want smoke, we get into that
Me and my spiders got choppas, we finish that
I'm all in her body, I'm into that, uh
She in love with Bacardi, she sippin' that, uh
[Chorus]
Oh, okay, she want Gabbana and Dolce
Tryna be me, nigga, no way
Got a bad bitch and lil' shawty go both ways
And we caught that lil' nigga in 4K
In the muhfucking heights like its broadway
And we caught that boy lacking in broad day
Yeah, I'm doing it baby, in my way, uh
On her chinny-chin-chin
Shawty, she be capping on her chinny-chin-chin
And my lil' brother got a choppa and we sending him in
Shawty said she love me, she said, "Joey, you my twin" (Woah, oh, woah, oh)
[Outro]
Oh, okay, she want Gabbana and Dolce
Tryna be me, nigga, no way
Got a bad bitch and lil' shawty go both ways
And we caught that lil' nigga in 4K
In the muhfucking heights like its broadway
And we caught that boy lacking in broad day
Yeah, I'm doing it baby, in my way, uh
On her chinny-chin-chin
Shawty, she be capping on her chinny-chin-chin
And my lil' brother got a choppa and we sending him in
Shawty said she love me, she said, "Joey, you my twin" (Woah, oh, woah, oh)
Ayy, feel like Sha'Carri, I'm running (Yeah)
All these racks that I'm thumbing
We popping out at the function (Yeah)
That lil' nigga ain't nothing (Oh my God)
Lil' shawty pushing my buttons (Oh my God)
We them niggas up to something (What, oh my)
Choppa make beats like it's London (Woah)
Racks, you don't got none of that
I'm chasing the bag like a running back
I don't do shit for the internet
If you want smoke, we get into that
Me and my spiders got choppas, we finish that
I'm all in her body, I'm into that, uh
She in love with Bacardi, she sippin' that, uh
Yeah
Oh, oh (Oh-oh)
Oh (Oh-oh)
Oh (Oh-oh)
Hey (Oh)
Hey, yeah (Oh)
Yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Woah, I'm in the city of angels
They say that they proud of me, say that I'm turning the tables
Gotta disconnect the fakes like a cable
These boys are fools like the first day of April (Yeah)
Lil' baby, I'm steady and stable
Bad bitch and she look like Sable
[Chorus]
Oh, okay, she want Gabbana and Dolce
Tryna be me, nigga, no way
Got a bad bitch and lil' shawty go both ways
And we caught that lil' nigga in 4K
In the muhfucking heights like its broadway
And we caught that boy lacking in broad day
Yeah, I'm doing it baby, in my way, uh
On her chinny-chin-chin
Shawty, she be capping on her chinny-chin-chin
And my lil' brothеr got a choppa and we sending him in
Shawty said she lovе me, she said, "Joey, you my twin" (Woah, oh, woah, oh)
[Verse]
Ayy, feel like Sha'Carri, I'm running (Yeah)
All these racks that I'm thumbing
We popping out at the function (Yeah)
That lil' nigga ain't nothing (Oh my God)
Lil' shawty pushing my buttons (Oh my God)
We them niggas up to something (What, oh my)
Choppa make beats like it's London (Woah)
Racks, you don't got none of that
I'm chasing the bag like a running back
I don't do shit for the internet
If you want smoke, we get into that
Me and my spiders got choppas, we finish that
I'm all in her body, I'm into that, uh
She in love with Bacardi, she sippin' that, uh
[Chorus]
Oh, okay, she want Gabbana and Dolce
Tryna be me, nigga, no way
Got a bad bitch and lil' shawty go both ways
And we caught that lil' nigga in 4K
In the muhfucking heights like its broadway
And we caught that boy lacking in broad day
Yeah, I'm doing it baby, in my way, uh
On her chinny-chin-chin
Shawty, she be capping on her chinny-chin-chin
And my lil' brother got a choppa and we sending him in
Shawty said she love me, she said, "Joey, you my twin" (Woah, oh, woah, oh)
[Outro]
Oh, okay, she want Gabbana and Dolce
Tryna be me, nigga, no way
Got a bad bitch and lil' shawty go both ways
And we caught that lil' nigga in 4K
In the muhfucking heights like its broadway
And we caught that boy lacking in broad day
Yeah, I'm doing it baby, in my way, uh
On her chinny-chin-chin
Shawty, she be capping on her chinny-chin-chin
And my lil' brother got a choppa and we sending him in
Shawty said she love me, she said, "Joey, you my twin" (Woah, oh, woah, oh)
Ayy, feel like Sha'Carri, I'm running (Yeah)
All these racks that I'm thumbing
We popping out at the function (Yeah)
That lil' nigga ain't nothing (Oh my God)
Lil' shawty pushing my buttons (Oh my God)
We them niggas up to something (What, oh my)
Choppa make beats like it's London (Woah)
Racks, you don't got none of that
I'm chasing the bag like a running back
I don't do shit for the internet
If you want smoke, we get into that
Me and my spiders got choppas, we finish that
I'm all in her body, I'm into that, uh
She in love with Bacardi, she sippin' that, uh