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sauce walka – 102z lyrics

[intro: sauce walka]
ooh+wee
(jrag on the beat)
ooh+wee

[verse 1: sauce walka]
i be with street n+ggas
i’m used to choppin’ sh+lls on the beat, n+gga (sh+t)
i don’t repeat, n+gga
i spend another hundred every week, n+gga
i’m with the grease, n+gga
i got detergent on me as we speak, n+gga
sauce on my feet, n+gga
i be in bathing ape like it’s cheap, n+gga
sancho delete n+ggas
i get a n+gga murdered for the free, n+gga
i’ma defeat n+ggas
i’m with the k!llin’ grannies, i’m a g, n+gga
all them delete n+ggas
i served you magic, lift him off feet, n+gga
how you deplete n+ggas?
spent a whole quarter million on some beef, n+gga
i’m with the demonstration
i’m tryna see my opps get decapitated
rappers be fabricating
sh+t hit the sky, man, y’all stop procrastinating (ooh+wee)
[verse 2: el trainn]
chopsticks came with a d+ck on it
million+dollar play and a n+gga put a b+tch on it (ooh)
and a b+tch run it back like devin hester
my pockets on swole like brock lesnar
i’ll kick a n+gga ass like shane lechler
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout your vendetta
i’m the type, get the b+tch, make her do better
you the type, get the b+tch, then you lose cheddar
i’m the type make the ho trip any weather
you the type take the ho out to eat at cheddar’s
i ain’t got time for a dinner date
i’ma drip on a b+tch in bathing ape
once a n+gga trip, i’ma put him on display
rollin’ through your hood, i get it brackin’ in the broad day
yellow stones in my ear, lemonade
keep a cutter on my side, not a switchblade
y’all n+ggas slimes, b+tch+made
tsf business, lil’ n+gga, we been paid
i’m wreckin’ b+tches for riches, no time for a renegade, on sauce

[verse 3: peso peso]
these n+ggas got problems, we scoot up with cutters
i been drippin’, i be leavin’ a puddle
alexander mcqueen, i be clean like a bubble
at the trap spot, it’s just me and my buddies
n+gga play with the sauce, i scoot up with tecs
i just seen a slime n+gga wearin’ a dress
i’m out of town, n+gga, where is the meds?
i’m strapped up, got a mac tucked
n+gga play with this sh+t, he gon’ end up dead
the opps seen us at the store and they fled
old scary+ass n+ggas don’t want no playin’
i’m ridin’ with glocks, fns, and choppers
i’m mixin’ the off+white with versace
i know it sound brazy, but n+gga, i’m drippin’
pull up to the trap if you need a prescription
these n+ggas are rats, these n+ggas police
these n+ggas are sad, these n+ggas are weak
i drip and i splash every time that i walk
i drip and i splash every time that i talk
we sittin’ on leather, you touch one feather
no question, we splash up and knockin’ you off
real trap n+gga, i got bricks in my wall
and i got a whole army of shooters on call (blah)

- sauce walka lyrics

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