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that mexican ot & sauce walka - young man lyrics

[intro: sauce walka]
(ayy, fred)
(bye, fred)
know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? oohwee
keep your head up, that’s how you get your bread up
(livin’ that life)
never get fed up, though

[verse 1: sauce walka]
this for the father tryna see his son
but the mother won’t let him ’cause she not the one
for the youngster pulled over, found him with a gun
police officer think he robbin’, tryna c+ck for funds
lil’ bro work at amazon, his wife’s a nun, his mom’s a preacher
but when you black in a scat pack, the laws treat you like a creature
i know some fathers watch they kids grow up from the bleachers
moms got a rеstraining order, he can’t evеn bring ’em pizza
lose your mamacita when she find out ’bout keisha
hard to be an honest man, guess that’s why these dudes sneakin’
when they freakin’ on the weekend, not me, i’m a deacon
b+tch better praise the lord any time i start speakin’

[chorus: sauce walka]
young man, get your bread up (young man, young man, get on your hustle, homie)
young man, keep your head up (young man, young man, ain’t n0body gon’ save you)
don’t never get fed up (young man, young man, for real)
life hard, you gotta man up (young man)
young man
[verse 2: that mexican ot]
young man, keep your chin up, huh
play it smart so you can go back home and eat dinner
with your family, it ain’t nothin’ like underneath
a big mama and two kids, that’s a family tree
and they all livin’ happily
yeah, you like it when they feel good, don’t you?
you like not livin’ in the hood, don’t you?
and you would k!ll for this sh+t here, won’t you? uh
so don’t f+ck it up now
just stay inside your lane, ridin’ in style
makin’ money, try to make mama proud
get her flowers, try to make that b+tch smile
come here, homie, i’m finna slow it down for you real quick, check this out
you pullin’ missions to get some digits, you get caught and now they switchin’
they snitchin’ and now you locked up and they free f+ckin’ your b+tch, it’s just a cold world
stay home and jack off and now you feelin’ like, man, f+ck old girl, huh
bobby boucher, mama told us that these b+tches was the devil
so if you go to her house to get some p+ssy, keep your head on a swivel
better stay on that corey taylor and walk with that heavy metal
i’ll pray to god for you and i’ll send my angels, matter fact, i’ll send out several

- that mexican ot sauce walka lyrics

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