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sauce walka - made by rich god lyrics

[intro]
know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
spilled it right in her hand though
know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
oohwee (reco on the beat so i can k!ll this beat)

[chorus]
wockhardt drippin’ on her nipple
i’m a player type of n+gga, lil’ ho, plain and simple
tom ford on my skin, got her showin’ all her dimples
it’s a box on the glock, try me out, i won’t miss you
made by rich god, nah, these ain’t gallery (yeah)
money i done spent at louis, that’s a doctor salary (yeah, yeah)
i’m the type to slap security if they ever handle me (yeah, ayy)
it can be tyson fury, still divin’ in his t++th (oohwee)

[verse]
know i’m sayin’? what you talkin’ ’bout? (talkin’ ’bout)
catch me with three black b+tches up in waffle house (waffle house)
got a bag full of ‘za, they thought it was brussel sprouts
why she all up in my face with that booty bussin’ out? turn her out
i’m a qua+qua sipper (sipper), don wraith whipper (whipper)
buddy somewhere in the sky, last n+gga played with us (drip)
any leftovers, know the lord savin’ ’em (ayy)
shorty askin’ have you ever? sound like ray j sister (ayy)
broke my toe standin’ on the business (ayy)
seen lil’ bro get forty years, he couldn’t stand up on the witness (ayy)
still an ignant rich n+gga, i’ll stand up on a bentley
baby, you so f+ckin’ bad that i got to give you discipline (oohwee)
[chorus]
wockhardt drippin’ on her nipple
player, player type of n+gga, lil’ ho, plain and simple
ford, ford on my skin, got her showin’ all her dimples
it’s a box on the glock, try me out, i won’t miss you
made by, mad by rich god, nah, these ain’t gallery
money i done spent at louis, louis, that’s a doctor salary
i’m the type to slap, security, security if they ever handle me
it can be tyson, still, still divin’ in his t++th

[outro]
oohwee

- sauce walka lyrics

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