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sauce walka - 7:30 lyrics

[intro: sauce lean]
all of my diamonds, they glisten
n-gg-, just ask your b-tch
red bottoms for the kicks
no, you’re not dripping like this
we got them chopsticks
i got a .40 that hold thirty
n-gg- talking stupid at 6
have him gone by 7:30

[chorus: sauce lean]
all of my diamonds, they glisten
n-gg-, just ask your b-tch
red bottoms for the kicks
no, you’re not dripping like this
we got them chopsticks
i got a .40 that hold thirty
n-gg- talking stupid at 6
have him gone by 7:30
all of my diamonds, they glisten
n-gg-, just ask your b-tch
red bottoms for the kicks
no, you’re not dripping like this
we got them chopsticks
i got a .40 that’ll hold thirty
n-gg- talking stupid at 6
have him gone by 7:30

[verse 1: sauce walka]
we got them chopsticks
sh-lls flying like drop kicks
pull a hit in the dropped six
sprayco bullets, chop bricks
while you was trying to be a top draft pick
i was out trying to pop sh-t
got the b-tch by the outfit
and not the part lined up by the house quick
most of my diamonds from king jhonny
i got dirty and clean money
i could get a n-gg-‘s -ss knocked out using dirty or the clean money
forty thousand on new choppers, boy, that’s watch and ring money
i just spent that like nothing just ’cause i gotta go f-ck -ss, n-gg- duck hunting
reach for my chain, i’ma bust something
reach for my chain, you a dead dummy
i was just finna pop your sh-t, but lean already bust your head for me
how could your b-tch get the bread for me?
roll a cookie, pour a red for me
n-gg- trying to put the feds on me, but they won’t put me with the dead homies

[chorus: sauce lean]
all of my diamonds, they glisten
n-gg-, just ask your b-tch
red bottoms for the kicks
no, you’re not dripping like this
we got them chopsticks
i got a .40 that hold thirty
n-gg- talking stupid at 6
have him gone by 7:30
all of my diamonds, they glisten
n-gg-, just ask b-tch
red bottoms for the kicks
no, you’re not dripping like this
we got them chopsticks
i got a .40 that’ll hold thirty
n-gg- talking stupid at 6
have him gone by 7:30

[verse 2: sauce walka]
bad macaroni, chopstick on me
i done left a trail of blood on the scene like my shoes had mud on them
i done rained .223’s in a n-gg-‘s hood, let it flood on them
i done had beef with three different cliques, still got a dub on them
i’m ready for war, n-gg-
so many clips in the living room, you could barely see the floor, n-gg-
sauce lean had a b-tch do a half a dong sanchie why you sleep with her
you was hungry, trying to eat, n-gg-
caught you slipping, you a freak, n-gg-
spent that one on doors on the jeep
shooting doors out the street, n-gg-
we ain’t worried about who i sided, they be trying to spill up on a homicide
called the p-ssy, somebody lied, trying to live long, don’t mind mine
we ain’t sweating hoes, we letting hoes, we got big diamonds over crystal toes
we ain’t pressing no giuseppe hoes, we put b-tches onto bigger goals

[chorus: sauce lean]
all of my diamonds, they glisten
n-gg-, just ask your b-tch
red bottoms for the kicks
no, you’re not dripping like this
we got them chopsticks
i got a .40 that hold thirty
n-gg- talking stupid at 6
have him gone by 7:30
all of my diamonds, they glisten
n-gg-, just ask your b-tch
red bottoms for the kicks
no, you’re not dripping like this
we got them chopsticks
i got a .40 that hold thirty
n-gg- talking stupid at 6
have him gone by 7:30

- sauce walka lyrics

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