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sauce wrld - gamble lyrics

nat08 goin’ crazy

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{chorus}
life’s a gamble, i’m cashin’ in with my chips (uh)
saucy wrld a grown boy, ain’t sh+t for lil’ kids (huh)
pull up in a brand new lambo and i got the tints (huh)
roll the windows down and i shoot you with hollow tips (huh)
{verse}
shoot her in her tits, huh, i never gave a sh+t
lately i been gettin’ rich, huh yeah, pockets benjamin
shoot you in ya cinnabon, now he lookin’ like cinnamon
b+tch, i feel like 50 cent, “have mercy on many men”
yellow brick road, i’m heartless like the tin man
shootin’ like i’m harden, ak out the minivan
shoot it like a paper ball, dunkin’ on a tin can (yuh yuh)
my sh+t been “off the walls”, i feel like vans (yuh)
i get up every time i fall, you better stay down, down
aquafina and my adderall, yeah, wash it down, down
i will never stall, no, i will never wait
but i f+ck yo b+tch in the bathroom stall, while you just m+st+rbate
everyday’s a birthday party, stackin’ on my cake
get a smackdown like matt hardy
these b+tches barbies, they fake
eatin’ so good, blue bills on my plate
you still got due bills, pay em’ by today
i’m eatin’ good, matter fact i’m eatin’ scrumptious
took her to london to feast up on my crumpets
lookin’ like a marching band, she blow me like a trumpet
“loded diper” on these b+tches, i just get to dumpin’ (yeah)
eat up like a dumplet, don’t give a f+ck about nothin’
bake her like a m+ffin then i put her up in the oven
happy thanksgiving, she my turkey i gave her stuffin’
then she gave me head, she almost got a d+mn concussion
all these b+tches paranoid, worried ’bout repercussions
on the fence about the consequence, i get to bussin’
don’t take offense, no offense, why the f+ck you fussin’
spin the bends in a brand new benz, ain’t talkin’ money, no discussion
when i ball, i triple double
i don’t need these racks at all, stuff em’ in the duffel
chip on my shoulder, i ain’t talkin’ about a ruffle
these people love diggin’ up the past, get a shovel (yeah yeah)
jammin’ apple music, dancin’ like the cupid shuffle
b+tches tryna cuff me, no way, we are not a couple
i ain’t mean to pop ya bubble
pop they bubble like double trouble
woah, woah

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