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Sauce Walka
Featuring(s) : Sancho Saucy, Sosamann
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[Sauce Walka] (Uppercut) Ooh-wee Ooh-wee (Damn, Quad, this shit bangin') Splash [Sauce Walka] Sauce send hits like a boxer arm (Shit) Fast on a bitch like Ramadan Bitch gotta pray to me, Farrakhan R.I.P. Nip, this the marathon I done made five million 'fore thirty-one Boy, you made five trenches and you thirty-one Boy, I know your mama wish she could switch her son If you scared, go to church, make your bitch a nun Y'all really in the way, y'all ain't gettin' none See these Bathing Ape shoes? They ain't made to run That's why all my niggas punch and we stay with guns And my shooter cross-eyed like my granny son So he aim it at whatever when he start to hit If you on thе other side, then you gеttin' split I could get a nigga touched just to take a pic I could bust a bitch down like you bust a brick Difference is, when we ride, everything legit What you get for a nine, she get for a kiss What you get for a half, she get for a fit If she make thirty-nine, I keep thirty-six I can't leave too many dimes with a dirty bitch I ain't tryna see my bitch on some dirty shit But dedicated to the game get dirty, bitch, ooh-wee (Ooh) [Sosamann] I got the B, that's a walking block I rock the Frank Mueller just for the clock I can't f*ck with him, he tell I know that f*ck nigga talk a lot, ooh I told you I'm pullin' off the lot, ayy Boy, you a bitch, fix your halter-top, ooh Chopper, it hit him, they chalk him out Shouldn't've had pressure with me, ayy TSF business relentless A crib full of killers, no steppin' on me, ayy Just know if you start, we gon' finish I keep smokin' spinach, I'm blessed as can be, ayy The house, just bet it on me, ooh Seen him out, he dead in the street, ooh My twins, ain't talkin' Siamese And the kid havin' water like beach Walk in the house, eeny-meeny-miny-moe Bake a lil' bit 'bout the dough, ayy If you don't got it, gotta go, ooh I prefer the bright or the snow, ayy Diamonds shinin' light, don't glow And them hoes hittin', I think they doin' the woah, ayy And a nigga clean like soap, jeez Chopper hit a nigga, cut him up like a heater, ooh [Sancho Saucy] G before the P like Grand Prix Sancho still breakin' bitches, understand me? I been bickin' back boolin', gettin' cottage cheese But disrespect'll get you killed, that's guaranteed In the hills with this white bitch named Beverly Told a bitch to go to work and hold carefully Big sancho, big bird, no Sesame Spillin' sauce, big boss, I got the recipe Pourin' syrup in the A&W bream soda In the trap, was still a baby, can't lean on it Hundred-thousand-dollar play, I put the team on it Then I bought an F&N with a beam on it Bitch, I'm married to the sauce, I put a ring on it When he took his last breath, you should've seen homie At first it was hoo-hoos and hahas But now it's red roses and goodbyes On sauce, on twin
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