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Trill Spill Lyrics - Artist : Sauce Walka
Oowee
This shit brazy man I swear I spent 'bout three hundred thousand dollars this month I ain't even feel that shit Aight go hun, this shit different now bitch, we here, we rich, I did it, we did it I still remember being in Chicago with ya on them cold nights in front of the radiator and shit sneak rolling up weed with ya lil' nigga And yall come outside on the porch we me late night and shit we thuggin Maybach doors open backseat recline Sig Sauer on my lap just for peace of mind Baby mama Facetime my phone she need another 5 I give my daughter ten thousand monthly just for chips and fries I wish my mama coulda did that for me But she gave me life and life ain't got a breathing fee So grateful what I had to be, the hunger made me grind to eat Livin' in South Park, I heard gunshots at night before my sleep Livin' on West Fondren, I seen dope fiends sell cars and walk the street Just to stay high, not me, not I Used to walk from Varnett back to Fondren when I was nine Used to lie to my school teachers and told 'em I had a ride But truth is my mama at home on the couch fried So from the age of 8 or 9 in thuggin' outside Nobody by my side so I had to learn pride That shit made me a man so I ain't mad 'bout it now I know some momma boys who can't buy a wallet now But in high school their mama had them boys Jordaned down Them niggas was spoiled, shit, I had to salt the earth When they was eating steaks, we was eating eggs boiled But now I fall asleep in wraiths with my legs curled Bitches feed me grapes, run my errands, and more I'm living like a king with a diamond edged sword Send my pops to Miami to ride boats and surfboard My family drive Benzs now, ain't no more Accords Anything my people want Sauce Walka can afford And all my niggas rich from drippin' sauce on tracks and boards Its TSL business we done made it, thank the Lord Oowee Know what I'm talkin' 'bout Ya Splat me Its real spill |
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