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sauce twinz - kachow lyrics
[intro]
(grams)
[chorus: trippie redd]
huh, she say, “daddy, can you eat me (eat me), out?”
i said, “shut up, put this d_ck up in your (d_ck up in your), mouth”
i got an all red bugatti (‘gatti), kachow
and b_tch, i know my neck is flabbergasting, bling blaow (bling, blaow)
neck, wrist (wrist), splash (splash), neck, splash (splash)
wrist, splash (woo), yeah, yeah
neck, splash, wrist, splash
neck and wrist splash
neck and wrist splash
[verse 1: sauce walka]
sh_t, neck, wrist, splash
every time i slap her booty, it look like a water gun just hit her ass
women love to see my team drip
who don’t like when windex hit the glass?
i got your b_tch in the mirror
i might bend her over and steer her
when i put them diamonds on me, bet her booty shake, j_lo and shakira
i heard n_ggas plottin’ on me, drop an ap on his head, bet it clear up
but i know that broke n_ggas like to talk a lot, so it’s right that i hear ’em
but you know no way i don’t fear ’em
pourin’ up syrup my serum
bank man
black superhero, ask the black man
breakin’ on a b_tch and a caveman
slap a chick, vent her with a black hand
send her double d’s to the kegstand
b_tch ’bout her money and she act bland
boy, you couldn’t catch a crumb at a kegstand
better go and splash some diamonds on your spray can
know what i’m sayin’?
[chorus: trippie redd]
huh, she say, “daddy, can you eat me (eat me), out?”
i said, “shut up, put this d_ck up in your (d_ck up in your), mouth”
i got an all red bugatti (‘gatti), kachow
and b_tch, i know my neck is flabbergasting, bling blaow
neck, wrist (wrist), splash (splash), neck, splash (splash)
wrist, splash (woo), yeah, yeah
neck, splash, wrist, splash
neck and wrist splash
neck and wrist splash
[verse 2: sancho saucy]
neck and wrist splash, it got your b_tch on my d_ck fast
neck and wrist drip, i want the money, no kiss_ass
she wanna ride my d_ck like a rollercoaster from six flags
that b_tch know i’m a pimp, so i sat the b_tch down, go get cash
we them big birds, you know the word, hundred all at your bottle
my shooters on go, get him k!lled at his show, said she want a n_gga d_ck, no problem
put one in the head, they shot him
i’m full of that red, i’m drowsy
i hop on a jet, it’s private
them ain’t no baguettes, they cloudy
put four hoes in the audi
don’t play with me, i’ll put four holes in your body
big sanchy in the lobby
smokin’ biscotti, my b_tch pulled up maserati
sanch mix the red with the wocky
and i’m feelin’ c_cky ’cause i got a rocket in my pocket
loadin’ up a thirty, that’s a locker
n_ggas better stop it
send his ass a p, then i rob him
[chorus: trippie redd]
huh, she say, “daddy, can you eat me (eat me), out?”
i said, “shut up, put this d_ck up in your (d_ck up in your), mouth”
i got an all red bugatti (‘gatti), kachow
and b_tch, i know my neck is flabbergasting, bling blaow
neck, wrist (wrist), splash (splash), neck, splash (splash)
wrist, splash (woo), yeah, yeah
neck, splash, wrist, splash
neck and wrist splash
neck and wrist splash
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