Correction Paroles 102z par Sauce Walka

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Ooh-wee
(JRag on the beat)
Ooh-wee

I be with street n***as
I'm used to choppin' shells on the beat, n***a (sh*t)
I don't repeat, n***a
I spend another hundred every week, n***a
I'm with the grease, n***a
I got detergent on me as we speak, n***a
Sauce on my feet, n***a
I be in Bathing Ape like it's cheap, n***a
Sancho delete n***as
I get a n***a murdered for the free, n***a
I'ma defeat n***as
I'm with the killin' grannies, I'm a G, n***a
All them delete n***as
I served you magic, lift him off feet, n***a
How you deplete n***as?
Spent a whole quarter million on some beef, n***a
I'm with the demonstration
I'm tryna see my opps get decapitated
Rappers be fabricating
sh*t hit the sky, man, y'all stop procrastinating (Ooh-wee)

Chopsticks came with a d**k on it
Million-dollar play and a n***a put a b*t*h on it (Ooh)
And a b*t*h run it back like Devin Hester
My pockets on swole like Brock Lesnar
I'll kick a n***a ass like Shane Lechler
I don't give a f**k 'bout your vendetta
I'm the type, get the b*t*h, make her do better
You the type, get the b*t*h, then you lose cheddar
I'm the type make the ho trip any weather
You the type take the ho out to eat at Cheddar's
I ain't got time for a dinner date
I'ma drip on a b*t*h in Bathing Ape
Once a n***a trip, I'ma put him on display
Rollin' through your hood, I get it brackin' in the broad day
Yellow stones in my ear, lemonade
Keep a cutter on my side, not a switchblade
Y'all n***as slimes, b*t*h-made
TSF business, lil' n***a, we been paid
I'm wreckin' b*t*hes for riches, no time for a renegade, on sauce

These n***as got problems, we scoot up with cutters
I been drippin', I be leavin' a puddle
Alexander McQueen, I be clean like a bubble
At the trap spot, it's just me and my buddies
n***a play with the sauce, I scoot up with TECs
I just seen a slime n***a wearin' a dress
I'm out of town, n***a, where is the meds?
I'm strapped up, got a MAC tucked
n***a play with this sh*t, he gon' end up dead
The opps seen us at the store and they fled
Old scary-ass n***as don't want no playin'
I'm ridin' with Glocks, FNs, and choppers
I'm mixin' the Off-White with Versace
I know it sound brazy, but n***a, I'm drippin'
Pull up to the trap if you need a prescription
These n***as are rats, these n***as police
These n***as are sad, these n***as are weak
I drip and I splash every time that I walk
I drip and I splash every time that I talk
We sittin' on leather, you touch one feather
No question, we splash up and knockin' you off
Real trap n***a, I got bricks in my wall
And I got a whole army of shooters on call (Blah)

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