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sauce walka - the science lyrics

[intro]
oo+wee, finally i’m back in the studio with a professional microphone
i’ve been recording in the trenches for these past two weeks
i ran up a twenty, ’bout a good thirty ball, though haha, uh, oo+wee

[verse]
six on ya’ with the shoulder strap
pop, pop, pop in a n+gga hands, make [?] clap
snitches got a new way to tell, they wearin’ shoulder taps
shoot him in his collar, his bone pop out his shoulder cap
rappers tellin’ bald headed lies, lil’ n+gga hold your cap
you bullsh+ttin’, you a cat like a lil’ kitten
we send chopper sh+lls over fences, like badminton
if a n+gga steps his shoes on my bapes, that’s an ass kickin’
i grew up in a house where for dinner was cold biscuits
and a playstation 2 for christmas was bold wishes
what the f+ck can a shark do in water with no fishes
but starve after swimming for hours, and drown senseless
it’s funny how they jump in the comments and talk vicious
but in real life they clock in they job and wash dishes
my b+tches take pictures for money and drive business
your b+tches drink beer with her friends and fry chicken
now grab a gun and shoot if you aim with your eyes twitchin’
i never f+ck with snakes, all you n+ggas gon’ die switchin’
the maybach black and it’s wide, like the s.w.a.t. built it
beat the case for every check that i merked, like a cop k!lled it
[outro]
whats good, oo+wee
son, haha
ayo, the f+ckin’ science n+gga
f+ck outta’ here, oo+wee

- sauce walka lyrics

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