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102z Lyrics - Artist : Sauce Walka
[Sauce Walka:]
Ooh-wee (JRag on the beat) Ooh-wee I be with street niggas I'm used to choppin' shells on the beat, nigga (Shit) I don't repeat, nigga I spend another hundred every week, nigga I'm with the grease, nigga I got detergent on me as we speak, nigga Sauce on my feet, nigga I be in Bathing Ape like it's cheap, nigga Sancho delete niggas I get a nigga murdered for the free, nigga I'ma defeat niggas I'm with the killin' grannies, I'm a G, nigga All them delete niggas I served you magic, lift him off feet, nigga How you deplete niggas? Spent a whole quarter million on some beef, nigga I'm with the demonstration I'm tryna see my opps get decapitated Rappers be fabricating Shit hit the sky, man, y'all stop procrastinating (Ooh-wee) [El Trainn:] Chopsticks came with a dick on it Million-dollar play and a nigga put a bitch on it (Ooh) And a bitch run it back like Devin Hester My pockets on swole like Brock Lesnar I'll kick a nigga ass like Shane Lechler I don't give a fuck 'bout your vendetta I'm the type, get the bitch, make her do better You the type, get the bitch, then you lose cheddar I'm the type make the ho trip any weather You the type take the ho out to eat at Cheddar's I ain't got time for a dinner date I'ma drip on a bitch in Bathing Ape Once a nigga trip, I'ma put him on display Rollin' through your hood, I get it brackin' in the broad day Yellow stones in my ear, lemonade Keep a cutter on my side, not a switchblade Y'all niggas slimes, bitch-made TSF business, lil' nigga, we been paid I'm wreckin' bitches for riches, no time for a renegade, on sauce [Peso Peso:] These niggas got problems, we scoot up with cutters I been drippin', I be leavin' a puddle Alexander McQueen, I be clean like a bubble At the trap spot, it's just me and my buddies Nigga play with the sauce, I scoot up with TECs I just seen a slime nigga wearin' a dress I'm out of town, nigga, where is the meds? I'm strapped up, got a MAC tucked Nigga play with this shit, he gon' end up dead The opps seen us at the store and they fled Old scary-ass niggas don't want no playin' I'm ridin' with Glocks, FNs, and choppers I'm mixin' the Off-White with Versace I know it sound brazy, but nigga, I'm drippin' Pull up to the trap if you need a prescription These niggas are rats, these niggas police These niggas are sad, these niggas are weak I drip and I splash every time that I walk I drip and I splash every time that I talk We sittin' on leather, you touch one feather No question, we splash up and knockin' you off Real trap nigga, I got bricks in my wall And I got a whole army of shooters on call (Blah) |
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