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sauce walka - 7 in a cup lyrics

[intro]
(chamberlain, he’s got it)
you know it’s me
hakeem himlajuwon
himzel washington
know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
him diesel
splash
ooh+wee
drip

[chorus]
seven in a cup, that’s fourteen hundred (mhm)
mansion with the pool on the ocean, i done it (mhm)
no airbnb, n+gga, real money (real money)
pull up to the club, leave the trackhawk runnin’ (trackhawk)

[verse 1]
that ain’t nothin’, n+ggas gon’ touch nothin’ (touch nothin’)
fifteen hundred shots in the section, no stuntin’ (no stuntin’)
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout bottles, i’m talkin ’bout hollows (ooh+wee)
almost dropped the bl!ck gettin’ twerked by a model
she think we together ’til she wake up tomorrow (ooh+wee)
been wearin’ drip, then make ’em follow
been switchin’ whips like they was borrowed
she got them hips, she must eat gyro
i’ll f+ck a happy home up, no sorrow
switch on the glock, now the b+tch shoot pyro
ar sing, do you wanna hear a high note? (fah, fah)
on saucef (ooh+wee)
[chorus]
seven in a cup, that’s fourteen hundred
mansion with the pool on the ocean, i done it (yeah, i done it)
no airbn, n+gga, real money (yeah, real money)
pull up to the club, leave the trackhawk runnin’

[verse 2]
trackhawk ain’t nothin, i’ll slide up in a rolls (in a rolls)
black maybach crawl down on fours (on fours)
three drunk b+tches in the car suckin’ toes (suckin’ toes)
twerkin’ for the ‘gram, she done came out her clothes
i don’t know, she better not spill my four (my syrup)
got a cream soda, pulled up ice cold (ice cold)
her name is amber, we in the rolls (woah)
for a b+tch, switch on the bros (no)
that is not part of the code (oh)
my spillers keepin’ it drippin’ and keepin’ it pimpin’, that’s just how it goes (she chose)

[chorus]
seven in a cup, that’s fourteen hundred (splash)
mansion with the pool on the ocean, i done it (splash)
no airbnb, n+gga, real money (cash)
pull up to the club, leave the trackhawk runnin’

[outro]
that ain’t nothin’, n+gga gon’ touch nothin’ (can’t touch nothin’)
fifteen hundred shots in the club, no stuntin’ (fah)
i’m talkin’ ’bout bullets, not champagne, dummy (ooh+wee)

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