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Oochie Wally Lyrics - Artist : Sauce Walka
What up don don
We bout to take this shit to New York Kno' what I'm sayin' B ow-wee I got the biscuit, no gravy on it Glock like an open receiver there's no safety on it Keep the four pounds like a newborn baby That was born premature from a crack head lady I went broke from being friendly so it's fuck you pay me My dick won't work for free so to fuck me pay me I feel like Eminem, I'm the real Slim Shady I had more rap sons than Shawty Lo had babies The sniper got a scope that can see to the islands And it sends good connect like it's made from Verizon Bow, Can ya hear me now Hood nigga If life was a jacket I'd probably be in the hood nigga If like was a car I'd probably be in the hood nigga TSF like Death Row I had to Suge niggas Blood whippin up in the park like the wood nigga Three piece drop him and stomp him where he stood nigga Screaming Boogie, Boogie, Boogie Blood Gang If you ain't in Blood Gang nigga don't bang Come up in my section wit that plexi and let them shells rain Bullets falling like the Rain Man you got serve man Dang Make 'em dance like Omarion Walking in the public with big guns that's what I be on Walking in the club with big guns that's what I be on Walking in the *breath in* Church with guns that what I be on I don't matter where I'm at Ima always keep the strap Ima always pull in back and pop it like a Pringles cap Ima always pull it back and sling it like a fishing trap Catch a nigga in the net, deflate his whole thinkin' cap Now it's leakin' on his shoulder You know his life is over Took a half a second, he was laid like an Anchovy I done got some rings out this bitch you swear I coached Kobe Scars on my back 'cuz I ain't wanna say "My name Toby" Uh Call me Sauce Kunta Kinte Oom Bop Bop Bop let my brothers out the damn cage I can't be a prisoner Money on my perimeter All this chains hurtin' my neck it's time to hit the gym Nigga I ain't lying you can hear them hoes All this jewelry of mine and I ain't sold back a lick of gold Niggas buyin' Stainless AP dippin 'em in gold Niggas buyin' silver Rolex dippin' em in gold Not me fuck fake it till you make it Fuck a watch, I went and spent 20 on a bracelet Brought some earrings and put some on my first place bitch That make her look gorgeous way better than face lift She want eye filler but she already flawless I told her she ain't need 'em but she went way harder I said "Fuck it den bitch come place your order" The doctor in Miami fuck it then we going to Florida I been doing rap business like Sean Carter Phone stay going dead I can't keep enough chargers All this bitches thirsty I can't keep enough water Police killin' niggas we can't enough fathers Police killin' niggas we can't enough fathers Black Lives Matter nigga Fuck the police nigga Sauce, tha sauce, Sorry 4 the Sauce Oh yea I forgot This what the science said son You understand son This what the math is over here Yea, over here This what the science is B Word, word to mutha Facts |
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