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sauce walka - hoe gayo lyrics

jrag on the beat

[verse 1: peso peso]
run in your spot, you get popped on the couch
twenty thousand on my wrist, i let my watch hit the house
f&n on my hip when i’m walking around
i’m at your local corner store, i’m tryna air a n_gga out

glock 30 in my lv jacket
that n_gga walk back breaking b_tches and i’m backtracking
one of my smokers bought a fifty wrapper, he don’t want no plastic
i made that b_tch give me another drop and now i’m at his attic

they know who he with on the sly, i got too many dimes
these n_ggas rappin’ like they gangsta, man i know these n_ggas lyin’
n_ggas acting like they on the block, we know that they inside
i broke a b_tch and f_cked her homеgirl, now that hoe is crying

ain’t n0body in the sauce gon’ diе, not never
we gon’ stay rich, drippin’ on a b_tch, that’s forever
i used to ship the packs, now i’m on the plane ’cause it’s better
b_tch, you folded with your gun, n_gga how is you a stepper?

i got a new f&n and gave my lil bro the beretta
i can post up and sell drugs anywhere in texas
my n_gga walk hates percs, i don’t care what he think
can somebody please tell him that it’s just like drank?
you get shot with a drac’ if a n_gga act jank
how you the king of texas? you got sugar in your tank

[verse 2: sauce bhrazy]
i just dropped some [?] in the pop, that b_tch muddy as f_ck
yellow diamonds bussin’ in my mouth make you put your sh_t up
sneak dissing on the ‘gram but you hiding, you know where it’s up
take him to the north, send some glue with him, watch he get stuck

break on a n_gga b_tch with a suit and tie, i’m a businessman
extended my arm, she put the money in the palm of my hand
tsf been ballin’ while y’all lame ass n_ggas in the stands
i’m with lil boosie, he’ll pull a choppa, make a n_gga funny dance

red beam on his ass make him move like he got ants in his pants
we just got the drop, we gon’ spin it again and again
pull over to the side, let the chop stick catch in this wind
let him think it’s cool, now sh_t come and we gon spin again

just got off the phone with scuba, we was talkin’ bout k!llin slimes
.223s and f&ns, that sh_t really be on our minds
i can’t beef with you, you broke boy, you a waste of time
the gas pack yelling too loud, i had to cut that b_tch down

[verse 3: sauce walka]
boy, i heard your b_tch got them cooties, can’t touch that now
n_gga had a chain for three years, ain’t bust that down
n_gga got a million views and still use ubers now
how is you a king but you can’t come out your house?
how is you a king but you ain’t even got no house?
n_gga watches tv on the wall but ain’t got no couch
know your feet hurt from doing all that standing
lil buddy wildin’ out, and he is not nick cannon

i been driving up and down 45 one_handed
punching b_tch n_ggas down ’cause they sweet like candy
before you get your glass cracked like spongebob, like sandy
go get your f_ckin’ chains back before they be in miami

it’s a godd_mn shame, what you did to lil brandi
and i hope his family can recover and gain some understanding
we ain’t smokin’ on no n_ggas, that sh_t childish and mannish
and we ain’t claim n0body work that ain’t none our planning

but this the type of sh_t that happen when a child is commanding
shooting slugs at his city like he don’t wear panties
the only time this n_gga eat is when it’s supper at granny’s
you started speaking on the dead and got caught dead_handed

where was all them thookas then? where was all them cannons?
when you pulled out that carwash and them blows start fanning
all your b_tch ass did was scream, cry, and panic
you didn’t play your cards right, cuz, not no gambit

stop tryna use everybody for your shield from damage
you lil dirty ass n_gga, you like a real mechanic
but you ain’t got no car _ how that feel to manage?
b_tch ass fell off _ sit still and stand it
every time i call bugatti, he pulled up and ran it
i tried to set y’all up some fights, you started talkin’ spanish
always pokin’ out your tongue _ is you marilyn manson?
everything you do is cheap in them flea mart pants, and

now you wanna beef with texas ’cause that sh_t ain’t jammin’
man, i thought you was the d_mnit man, i guess not, godd_mnit
now let me tell these folks a truth, now all that godd_mn scramblin’
you been hating on kenny lou since out gang started slammin’

you heard his verse and you was cursed _ you could just not stand it
you asked to feature twenty times, i knew that you couldn’t handle it
since then, you been acting like a b_tch with a pamphlet
started greets with your peeps, wanted media attend it

but when i met them n_ggas with you, it was happy and splendid
the way you n_ggas switch so fast, to me, is really tremendous
the way i seen you switch on family made me look at you different
and every n_gga that you reppin’ beef with still living

what did you say to that mother as she buried her children?
did you lie and say you got her when you make you a million?
and your baby mama wack, that b_tch need a brazilian
we all know in cali, you ain’t a crip, you a civilian

that’s why they took your ass down, for your chains and your bandana
you ain’t gon’ do sh_t but dipset lil santana
where was i, your f_ckin’ clip set?
lil santana still got every chain i brought in, where’s a lie scanner?

dog collar, splashy dove mar your head
tsf with big boogers, your whole catalog’s bread
you will never be ahead, we all know that you was scared
you probably don’t even know lil zek, stop lyin’ on that man

hoe g_yo got robbed on rodeo
mexicans ran off with his chain, we h__rd the yayo

come on, yayo, levantate la camisa! levantate la camisa!
g_y ass motherf_cker
b_tch ass n_gga
put your f_cking tongue in your mouth, b_tch

- sauce walka lyrics

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