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sauce walka - kruelest lyrics

[intro]
yeah (if you want sauce from frauce, it’s gon’ cost, drip), on sauce
drip, drip, drip, splash, drip, splash
mo b the general, n+gga
know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
suwoop (on sauce)

[verse 1]
look, i need me a b+tch to bring every dollar (i do)
i don’t want a ho that got problems (i swear)
i’m just a pimp (pimp), a real (real), dripper, yeah (dripper)
i’ma (dripper), pull up (pull up), hop out (hop out), look (look)
me, myself, and i never gon’ be no b+tch for sure (for sure)
i get the b+tch, she gets the dough (the dough)
i be in bape from head to toe (to toe)
look like i’m fresh out the jungle (ooh)
all of my b’s, they bumblе, these n+ggas is humble (sweet)
you know i’m movin’ onе hundreds (hundreds)
i’m in the water with sharks, you n+ggas piranhas (you n+ggas piranhas)
i know your n+gga a woman (woman)
i can take you somewhere where the winter is summer (the winter is summer)
you can be free of the drama (drama)
you can come kick it with villain and feel like a model (feel like a model)
you ain’t gotta worry ’bout nada (no)
i can even show you how to go get a dollar (go get a dollar)
i know these n+ggas ain’t sh+t, but these b+tches ain’t sh+t, lil’ mama, and i’m bein’ honest (i’m bein’ honest)
i’m just givin’ you knowledge
you can have a seat in my classroom, b+tch, this college (b+tch, this college)
instructions i’m givin’ is proper (proper)
if you follow that to the t, that’s guidance (that’s guidance)
i’ll turn you to a goddess (goddess)
b+tch, i’m a god, so my lifestyle be godly (yeah, that’s godly)
and i be livin’ so lavish (lavish)
drippin’ and splashin’ (splashin’)
like i was born in a fountain (ooh)
[verse 2]
money ain’t sh+t to a broke b+tch
but to a hood n+gga tryna get rich, it mean everything
felon outside in the rain
fly on b+tches like an airplane
comin’ back with everything
lame n+ggas can’t understand
how the drip got me splashin’, man (drip)
now this sh+t bomin’ so easy
got me drippin’ all season
tsf, we be the reason
round up our birds and demons
throwin’ the b’s ’cause we bleeding
you can tell that we all eatin’
chew on this b+tch like i’m t++thin’
drip on a hawk for no reason
send that b+tch straight up to cleveland
knots on me like i been dealin’
knots on me like i play sports (on sauce)
my b+tch, she thick like a horse
jump to the sound of my voice (crip)
used to jump out of the bus
now we hop out a rolls+royce
and i count thousands to touch
b+tches get mad, so what?
king of my hood like i’m tut
bound to get paid off her b+tt
sat on the ground like some chucks
d+mn sure gon’ lay if you play with me, buddy
my n+ggas strapped and they ready, lil’ buddy
i get them racks and we spend ’em, lil’ buddy
you n+ggas broke, you ain’t gettin’ no money
you n+ggas sweet and you taste just like honey
throwin’ up b’s, yeah, my n+ggas be huntin’
droppin’ them feathers, them birds, they comin’ (suwoo)
you n+ggas be fake, yeah, you n+ggas be frontin’ (brrr)
[verse 3: sauce walka]
mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm (on sauce)
lay a b+tch on her back, and the money come back, and the stack, that’s a flapjack
three hundred thousand in a knapsack
f+ck do i need a pillow for? i’ma grab that
you the type of n+gga that we laugh at
b+tch breakin’ all in your phone, you gettin’ slapped back
b+tch knock the tag off his snapback
and she tryna kick your ass out with just a backpack
what about that, that?
how you let a b+tch wet her pants? boy, you is wack, wack
b+tch a fly on the wall, she a nat+nat
let her play on my call and it splash, splash
box in the jack, jack
b+tch done ran off with the chain, you was too drunk to sn+tch back
and you got taxed, taxed
the b+tch charged you forty+five hundred, touch the d+ck and rub your back, back
was it worth that, that?
i guess not, ’cause you just lost a whole cuban
tricky+ass n+gga, should’ve watched how you movin’
’cause my b+tch is choosin’ and hopin’ you losin’
i’m drippin’ flavor on n+ggas, i’m oozin’
i’m like when goku and vegeta fusin’
i’m really in houston, made millis in houston
from philly to houston, my eagles the cruelest
[outro: sauce walka]
ooh+wee
mhm
mhm
(if you want sauce from frauce, it’s gon’ cost, drip)

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