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sauce - patek phillipe lyrics

intro:
patek phillipe it came at a fee
patek phillipe it came at a fee
i got no for love you girl i’m a gee and i’m married to the streets
but she still love me she said that she need me
she up coz she geeking
i up coz i’m geeking
we both up coz we geeking

chorus:
patek phillipe it came at a fee
when im up in the trenches i stay with heat
in the trap house counting my pea
i need more sleep iv been trapping all week
lil mama she bad and i swear she a freak
she get what she want coz she give it me
whipping work one into three
but keep i it clеan when i need fiends yeah
i’m out hеre tryna oversee my youngins underneath me
haters talking beef but i think they all beneath me
they arguing over skeezers we was talking keys g
my plug said dont give him no packs he rat and he told on his own team

verse 1:
my shooter he don’t miss the target strap got hawkey
they tried tell me quit man forget them broke guys
bro you stabbed me in the back i seen it all with both eyes
if see you on my block no cap you gon get the whole nine
i got the pack oversea seas
so iv i’m trapping no sleep
gucci shirt double gee gee
i took her hakas no zizis
ap i’m glistening i’m counting these digits
i’m whipping these fishes she doing the dishes
she say i don’t listen she tryna play victim
i think that she smitten i wipe down my smithen

bridge:
i can’t be beefing haters with no smoke
if i cuff you keep it on the low
i had to cut him off i heard he told
presidential rolly not a poll
cocaine coming in by the boat
mix the benzo in with the snow
if i love you baby then you’ll know
big baguettes yeah vee vee stones
chorus:
patek phillipe it came at a fee
when im up in the trenches i stay with heat
in the trap house counting my pea
i need more sleep iv been trapping all week
lil mama she bad and i swear she a freak
she get what she want coz she give it me
whipping work one into three
but keep i it clean when i need fiends

i’m out here tryna oversee my youngins underneath me
haters talking beef but i think they all beneath me
they arguing over skeezers we was talking keys g
my plug said dont give him no packs he rat and he told on his own team

verse 2:
quarter milli on the digi quarter mili on the digi
they all trapping it’s getting silly i’m just tryna make a milly
whilst we all stuck in the system
they think we tryna playing victim
street hittas politicking
seen his wig and then we split it

coz when you whip in the kitchen and pimping these witches
you can’t have no feeling for victims and snitches
forget beefing with minions i bring out my demons
no women children just pagans and villains
big balenciagas matching my denim
my lil hitta street he do what i tell him
green go yard stack it with twenties
money machine and i run it like benji
bridge:
i can’t be beefing haters with no smoke
if i cuff you keep it on the low
i had to cut him off i heard he told
presidential rolly not a poll
cocaine coming in by the boat
mix the benzo in with the snow
if i love you baby then you’ll know
big baguettes yeah vee vee stones

chorus:
patek phillipe it came at a fee
when im up in the trenches i stay with heat
in the trap house counting my pea
i need more sleep iv been trapping all week
lil mama she bad i and swear she a freak
she get what she want coz she give it me
whipping work one into three
but keep i it clean when i need fiends

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