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sauce twinz - winnin lyrics

[produced by jrag2x]

[intro: sauce walka]
oh yeah, you want some, tsf dc n-gg-s
meek it’s that time man we gotta move these fake n-gg-s out the way man
the real is back, we winnin’

[hook: sauce walka]
oh yeah, i had to bomb on these n-gg-s
i went osama on n-gg-s
i copped the wraith out the dealer
i bought my b-tch a chinchilla
these n-gg-s fake and we realer
leave ’em outside in the winter
b-tch n-gg-s hate on the winner
i’m winnin’ and winnin’ on n-gg-s
i’m winning, i’m winning, i’m winning
i’m winning on n-gg-s
i’m winning, i’m winning, i’m winning
i’m spending on n-gg-s
i copped the wraith out the dealer
i bought my b-tch a chinchilla
fake n-gg-s hate on the winner
well f-ck it, i’m winnin’ on n-gg-s

[verse 1: meek mill]
h-town, h-town
young rich n-gg-, i just stay down
all these birdies like a-town
got her with her -ss up face down, face down
face down, face down
fila like my playground
go to club, drink, get chased ’round
i’m in fifth ward, me and j now
you givin’ cash to these b-tches
i give a splash to these b-tches
i’m never trippin’, my chick got more -ss than these b-tches
prolly more cash than these n-gg-s
i’m in my zone like i’m f-ckin’
i’m gone get money, f-ck b-tches
ballin’ in houston, with back to back rings
like i was olajuwon, call me (hakeem)
i know what these b-tches want
i know what these b-tches need
she gone go and f-ck a corney n-gg- for some money
run it back to me
i’m in houston with some philly n-gg-s
in the trenches with the gs
junior brought my n-gg- e
sippin’ dirty, me and three

[verse 2: sauce walka]
i bought the house out the b-tch
she put the rocks on my wrist
i just bought a new b-tch from the dealer
and she put the rest on my whip
i keep the glock on my hip
my b-tch keep a gun in that birkin bag
n-gg-s hatin’ and it’s really sad
but we’re spilling sauce that’s the devil’s swag
jewelry worth half a milli
drippin’ sauce out in philly
i’m with fat reese out in h-town
ain’t no f-ck n-gg-s near me
bought my (?)
wearin’ gold like a king
now we eatin’, stackin’ lobsters but i still remember (?)
hot dogs and the peas
sleepin’ by the dope fiends
why they hatin’ on me?
cause we made it out the streets
i’m what these rap n-gg-s wanna be
i can never be a wannabe
i’m spilling’ this flavor it’s all on me
i’m winnin’ and spillin’ all in these streets

[verse 3: sancho saucey]
sauce god, i’m above a boss
grab the sun and threw it in my mouth
chop sticks all in my o’s
big sanchie quick to knock a rapper off
pull up to your studio with creatures
got my tigers with me, they gon’ eat ya
but i ain’t askin’ for no f-ckin’ feature
i’m just sendin’ shots, baby that’s on jesus
big (?) pimpin’ that’s on diva
sauce gang baby, i’m the leader
chasin’ fast cash, i’m a cheetah
stop the beat b-tch, i need a breather
all the b-tches do what i say
they caught me simon, all my diamonds smilin’
i just took a b-tch to the island
i just put 17 in her vagina
i got bad b-tches down in china
chung-lee i’m a street fighter
sauce twinz goin’ back to back
tryna steal my sauce? i ain’t havin’ that
i’m quick to shootin’ like action jack
sauce k!lla free my n-gg- dre
spillin’ sauce what we had to do
savin’ the city like dennis gru

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