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ybf k sauce - full clip pt. 2 lyrics

[verse]
aye run it back, b+tch
walk down on a n+gga wit the mac
he gone get clapped, b+tch
he ain’t see that choppa it was black
but i was strapped b+tch
that sh+t he be rappin is cap, b+tch
that n+gga ain’t been in the trap
he cap for them hoes
got hit in the back, b+tch
he asking for that pressure
how you cry when u get popped, n+gga
shootin til u drop, n+gga
murder all my opps, n+gga
i ain’t never missed a single shot
out on yo block, n+gga
feeling like a hitman
these bodies that i got, n+gga
they ask a n+gga who want smoke?
i tell ‘em me
lil n+gga i know where you be
my n+ggas sliding wit that heat
we leave yo body on a tee
b+tch its a room full of n+ggas
you ain’t gotta look at me
she told me “all them n+ggas broke”
“you the only one i see c”
i said i guess you get my d
but b+tch i’m rich, so pay yo fee
and these n+ggas really b+tches
why they act like they a g
b+tch i guess i planted seeds
pockets growing like a tree
she said “b+tch you ain’t gon make it”
i said “b+tch, you wait and see”
i want that s+m+o+k+e
i’m mvp if you play me
all these p+ssy n+ggas weak
only gangsta in a tweet
i said “n+gga why u cappin’”
“you a b+tch when u ain’t rappin’”
he keep sayin he a k!ller
i might pull up, get to clapping
b+tch you know foe nem bout that action
we gone press you like a printer
i ain’t never been that n+gga
talkin sh+t from in my sprinter
took yo b+tch out on a date
she got crazy off that liquor
do what i want, i had to tip her
im throwing ones ‘cause she a winner
how the f+ck you say you ballin, n+gga
you ain’t got no bags
he, he, he ain’t got no cash
i’ll put that n+gga on his ass
n+gga say he keep a gun
b+tch you better count yo mag
sendin shots, them bullets fast
i took his b+tch, i know he mad
ever since that first time
i had a p+ssy n+gga press me
choppa got to kicking sh+t
like it was lionel messi
you dont know me, call me sauce
only way you gon address me
number 1 up in my class
pray n0body ever test me
scg and ybf
we leave yo body on a shelf
if a n+gga run up on me
get to shooting like i’m steph
when i’m f+ckin on yo b+tch
make her hit the treble clef
she say i go way too deep
it ain’t that way for no+one else
b+tch!

- ybf k sauce lyrics

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