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Yeah Yeah Lyrics - Artist : Sauce Walka
[Sauce Walka:]
I'm a god in my city nigga, yeah yeah 50 thousand, red 50s, that's a bloody bag, yeah Got my niggas working hard, yeah yeah Cut them snakes out the circle 'cause them hoes were fake, yeah Flipping and dripping the sauce Flying on planes with boss My niggas ain't going back to the struggle We ain't got the cash to fall, yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah I swear, cold as polar bear All of my diamonds on glare Curls all over my hair The white girl, yeah yeah She just bought me 20 thousand, yeah yeah yeah yeah That was just in one evening Sauce off in this seasoning Slap a rapper for no reason I don't like the way he breathing In the Benz when I'm creeping In some coupe, yeah yeah Your bitch see me right there Fingers all in my hair Her friend in the back, yeah I got bunnie traps, yeah And they said that dripping sauce was a joke Now the world if you ain't drippy, you broke Never seen you niggas pimping before Now it's all on the biz Sauce done made you niggas rich Be thankful for the [?] I'm a god in my city nigga, yeah yeah 50 thousand, red 50s, that's a bloody bag, yeah Got my niggas working hard, yeah yeah Cut them snakes out the circle 'cause them hoes were fake, yeah Flipping and dripping the sauce Flying on planes with boss My niggas ain't going back to the struggle We ain't got the cash to fall, yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah [Sosamann:] I'm a boss, yeah yeah Paid the cost, yeah yeah Took a loss, yeah yeah Dripping sauce, oh yeah yeah Foreign floss, oh yeah yeah Cut 'em off, oh yeah yeah Sosa broke, oh no Sippin' syrup, move slow Counting dough, getting more Rollin gas up, 93 Had a face that you wouldn't believe Getting dope, counting all the cheese I don't want no friends I just want the ends Take off with your bitch In the coupe [?] Hat blowing in the wind These niggas so pretend Free my brothers out the pen, yeah yeah I don't want no problems I just want the gwala I want all ciabatta I done did me a lot of shit [Sauce Walka:] I'm a god in my city nigga, yeah yeah 50 thousand, red 50s, that's a bloody bag, yeah Got my niggas working hard, yeah yeah Cut them snakes out the circle 'cause them hoes were fake, yeah Flipping and dripping the sauce Flying on planes with boss My niggas ain't going back to the struggle We ain't got the cash to fall, yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah We ain't going broke no more We ain't going broke no more All this money came out the O Now they hating on us all Now they hating on us all Before this class they were lost Yeah yeah Yeah, oh yeah Yeah, oh yeah Splash |
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