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sauce walka & big30 - free sanchie free shiesty lyrics

[intro: sauce walka]
real life
you know, this that sh+t that happen when the rain hit the grass and you come out the mud, you know what i’m sayin’?
and grow

[verse 1: sauce walka]
five hundred thousand on the floor off of one ho
i just got this lil’ b+tch credit done, i’m tryna buy a store
tryna get my youngin back to pimpin’, even sellin’ ‘bows
dumbass n+gga sellin’ ice cream, he think he shawty lo (ain’t i?)
that pimp n+gga in the bentley truck
i stopped robbing n+ggas ’cause the b+tch’ll f+ck and give it up
i’m the type to fly my ho out to you, watch y’all live it up
she done stole your richie and two cubans, you just bust a nut
you f+ckin’ up
i’m really the one (for real)
gold switch on my gun (for real)
out the roof with ice and the x6 and tons (for real)
catch a body, ain’t nothin’ (for real)
red key to the track’, my jeep an avenger, i nicknamed him hawkeye
sip lean, i never had jobs, ain’t no burger king, b+tch, i ain’t no small fry
red gloves, sonny liston, making sins wearing christians
304s in the kitchen, crackers on the blade trickin’
miami after l!ckin’, n+gga really trippin’, pimpin’
snipers at my hotel, godzilla, denzel, i done did well
ridin’ round with the— blrrrd, me and 30 don’t f+ck with rappers, they’ll tell, free sanchie
[verse 2: big30]
i really run sh+t in my hood, i’m ceo up in my section (run that)
we take n+ggas out for pillow talkin’, doin’ too much flexin’ (flexin’)
i f+ck on n+ggas’ b+tches (blrrrd), i get a kick out of s+xin’ (neckin’)
don’t spin my block incorrect, knock your head off of your necklace (blrrrd, blrrrd)
spinned they block in a lexus (a lexus), i fled the scene in a taurus (a taurus)
i went vlone a month straight (vlone), i could’ve got sued by bari (by bari)
i’m super player (player), could’ve got an endors+m+nt with atari (on gang)
just knocked a ho look like nicki, i nicknamed the ho barbie
in houston at the factory (the factory), pay me the automatic please (automatic)
and sauce ain’t gotta knew, he point, i’m attackin’ just off gp
four hundred p’s of that super fire gumbo (gas), pumpin’ like bp (that gas)
i’m standin on what’s purple (grape), but my unc’ and them banging that g (gangster, blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd, blrrrd)

[outro: sauce walka]
free sanchie
free shiesty
ooh+wee
free sanchie
free shiesty

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