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sauce walka - no l's lyrics

[verse 1]
just because ya momma had a baby boy nigga that don’t mean you ain’t a pussy
you had to fight one weak nigga in tha hood that don’t mean you a bully
nigga got a semi-automatic, swear to god that he got a fully
you niggas sweeter than yellow pudding
we roll wit choppas when niggas wouldn’t
niggas just buying ice, im a rap champ
we had diamond when niggas couldn’t
niggas is fighting and checkin’ for same hoes that be giving us all their money
you having beef for a b-tch on instagram lil buddy you lame to me
all of my b-tches bring chains to me
they bringin’ watches and rings to me
nigga could give a fuck about this rap shit this a part of the game to me
but i know no nigga checkin’ me, and i know no b-tch is finessin’ me (oweeee)

[chorus]
we takin’ no l’s
we takin’ no l’s
we takin’ no
we takin’ no l’s
we takin no l’s
we takin no l’s
me and my niggas take no losses
we buyin’ diamonds and more houses
choppas and choppas for more coffins
choppas and choppas for more coffins
we takin’ no l’s
we takin’ no l’s
we takin’ no
we takin’ no l’s
we takin’ no l’s
we takin no l’s
me and my niggas take no losses
we buyin’ diamonds and more houses
choppas and choppas for more coffins
choppas and choppas for more coffins

[verse 2]
fuck your chedder we got chaddar too
gang, gang get your fellas too
niggas doin’ anything to take a picture with a nigga that they never knew
niggas doin’ anything to take a picture wit a nigga that’ll tell on you
you don’t know him, he ain’t your brother
that’s why your fool -ss got hit dummy
you done got hit for your rent money
b-tch they hit you for your flip money
you can’t even buy a zip money, and you on instagram still stuntin’
leavin’ comments on another niggas page talkin’ bout he catch l’s
boy you is weak as hell, you need to catch you a fuckin’ shell
pocket watchin’ for ya cellphone, how you gettin’ money boy you outta there?
you need to get some obama care
i’ll put a hit on ya momma hair
nigga beef wit me in real life, everybody goin’ i ain’t playin’ fair
i done put niggas in wheel chairs
please homie stay out my way, i swear
(oh yeah)

- sauce walka lyrics

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