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sauce walka - heath ledger lyrics

[intro]
oohwee
i’m him
hadouken (fred on em)
splash thing
freddie

[chorus]
think i need more muscles for this necklace (ayy)
superstar up in my city, takin’ pictures for the texans (ayy)
mel gibson, danny glover, we got plenty lethal weapons (hey)
put lil’ mama in a coma, laid that p+ssy on a stretcher (okay)
why so serious? heath ledger
this whole ‘fit from overseas, you’ll only find this sh+t in belgium
cybertruck two hundred g’s, i never thought i’d like a tesla
this ain’t eddie murphy lean, but it came from a professor
splash up soapy, super clean, bet shе pay me for whatever

[verse 1]
how wе make this sh+t look super easy
game ain’t dead, you n+ggas scared, i thought you trappers f+cked with jeezy
rolls+royce truck, insides is red, and that’s on me like yella beezy
could’ve dropped racks on his head, but lil’ bruh ‘nem owe me a freebie
in the hood or on the tv, it ain’t hard for them to see me
who ain’t got no fettuccini? grant more wishes than a genie
twenty+four still comin’ down, ain’t sh+t changed since ’99
we still pourin’ out the seal, ain’t got time to measures lines
slap her apple from behind
if she break tricks for a livin’, she can be my valentine
you already had your turn, don’t hate on drippin’ when it’s mine
just because you lost your life, don’t hate on pimpin’ when it shine
bought four watches, switchin’ times, free my stealers in a bind
[chorus]
think i need more muscles for this necklace (oohwee)
superstar up in my city, takin’ pictures for the texans (sh+t)
mel gibson, danny glover, we got plenty lethal weapons (lethal)
put lil’ mama in a coma, laid that p+ssy on a stretcher
why so serious? heath ledger
this whole ‘fit from overseas, you’ll only find this sh+t in belgium
cybertruck two hundred g’s, i never thought i’d like a tesla (okay, g)
this ain’t eddie murphy lean, but it came from a professor (oohwee)
splash up soapy, super clean, bet she pay me for whatever (green)

[verse 2]
game on top of game got me chain on top of chain
got me ring on top of ring, i was twenty havin’ things
cls parked on westheimer, splashed 550 through the rain
way before i was a rapper, touched half a million, saint james
galleria, drop a nickel, got these women buyin’ pickle
she walked in an amazon, left out my bedroom crippled
my old songs went over heads, i had to dumb it down simple
tsf got loafs of bread, pick up a money bag in memphis (ugh, ugh)
yes, on all these diamonds glisten, a couple missin’, i ain’t even trippin’
she flew down ’cause you was simpin’, play with the business, she came up missin’
that was cool, you bought her christians, i pimped her purse and then took her fishin’
at the end, who failed the mission? took ten months to break a million

[outro]
think i need more muscles for this necklace (oohwee)
superstar up in my city, takin’ pictures for the texans
gibson— gibson, danny glover, we got plenty lethal weapons (lethal)
put lil’ mama in— coma— coma, laid that p+ssy on a stretcher
why so serious? heath ledger
‘fit from— ‘fit from overseas, you’ll only find this sh+t in belgium
‘truck two— ‘truck two hundred g’s, i never thought i’d like a tesla (okay, g)
this ain’t eddie murphy lean, but it came from a professor (oohwee)
splash up soapy, super clean, pay me— pay me for whatever (green)

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