Correction Paroles Sauce Panthers par Sauce Walka

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(Uppercut)
Ooh-wee
(Damn, Quad, this sh*t bangin')
Soo

I feel disrespectful (sh*t)
I might give your brother 30K to set you up, heard he was helpful
My lil' bros got they murders up on the K, Martin Luther, it's feathers
We got Glocks, but we shootin' Berettas
No Fortnite, we ain't shootin' for medals
Not Warzone, but we shoot in the ghetto
Tried to take both my hands out the mix, but I'm stuck in this sh*t, we'll be shootin' forever
Tried to save a few wars in the bricks, but they ain't hearin' sh*t, these young n***as is devils
I'm with Shellout and Wood in the Nix, we been down with this sh*t, we been bleeding forever
And I been gettin' paid off a b*t*h, wasn't raised on this sh*t, but I still did it better
Money fight in my city, I'm weather
I be hiding my millions, I'm clever
In my pants is a hundred or better
Any day of the week, I could swear ya
Off a b*t*h, I ain't never seen failure
And that I could tell ya, why rap? I'm rebellious
I be up in the sky with some aliens
I'm a god and you n***as is peasants, human
Pull up in a racecar, zoom, zoomin'
Glock got a switch and drum on it, fft, broom, broomin'
A hundred Blood gangsters, I'm P Newton
I got all the youngins in the street shootin'
Stack another million up and keep movin'
Splashin' on a b*t*h, it's the P movement
I ain't tryna scam with Jimmy Neutron
f**k I look like tryna barcode a coupon?

Uh, fill his ass in like a Scantron
I'm the big fish, I'ma run it like Antwaan, uh
Young n***a, b*t*h, you know them bands on
Type of n***a make a bad b*t*h keep her pants on, uh
Ain't nan' n***a that I ran from
White b*t*hes love to call me handsome, uh
Blood had Cartier, Lancôme
I just point out the chicks I know she get them bands from
Goofy, all y'all lil' n***as stupid
Ain't none of my shooters named Cupid
These diamonds, not rubies
I just knocked the lil' b*t*h, she a cutie
I can f**k and throw some bands on her booty
Wood Winnin ain't losin'
b*t*h, just let the sauce bubble like jacuzzi
We can shoot it out, we all got an Uzi
'Cause they all down to use it
If you bump me, b*t*h, you better say, "Excuse me"
All that tough sh*t ain't never gon' move me
Like hold on, n***a, let me show you what we doin' with them digits
I be flyin' with them birds, ain't no pigeons
They gon' find him with the fishes
I be in the kitchen standin' by the dishes
Tryna clean the grease all out the kitchen, uh

Naw, straight up, n***a
Sauce Wood Winnin, n***a
Straight up

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