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Sauce Walka

Where Was You At

 

Where Was You At

(album: Sauce Ghetto Gospel 2 - 2019)


We finna' end all the questions with this shit
They gon understand after this CD
Samurai
Oowee

I'm rich and I'm free at the same time
Coming where I'm from that's a Grammy, fuck a trouble
You can hand me all my bitches, I'm in Miami, all in water
Gettin [?], but my other bitch a Kimmy
Just to bust millions on these niggas understand me
Bitches sending 10s when they see me like I'm Sammy
I been down for years but a nigga had to manage
I just kept it serious when them other niggas panicked
Godammit! Now I'm in a Maybach roof, panoramic
Feet slanted, sipping on syrup while the Screw tape jamming
Trunk slamming, choppa so hot that a nigga had to fan it
Ima handle it, Yea I keep spraycos like I keep cabbage
Savage, Yea bitch you know I'm savage
Lavish, diamonds on me so lavish
All these Tina's be Ike'n my Turners
I don't go out the house wit' no burners
I don't sleep in no house wit' no burners
I don't chill on no couch wit' no burners
All my lil' niggas smart cause they learners
I just teach niggas hearts to be earners
I just teach niggas hearts to be sterner
Ya'll failing y'all soldiers on purpose
You ain't a big homie, you worthless
You ain't even scratching the surface
So how you gone help me to surface?
I earned all my stripes cause I work shit
I earned all my stripes cause I murk shit
Lay some hands to the dirt shit
Yeah, you did some fighting, you ain't squirting shit
Yeah, you threw some punches, you ain't hurting shit
Boy, your O.G. parents ain't worth shit
Oooweeee!
Drip!
Shit!

I'm only speaking facts nigga
You old and you wack nigga
You ain't never give us packs nigga
You ain't never give us straps nigga
We was in the field putting pressure on the other side, running laps, nigga
We was pushing shit back, nigga
Where the fuck was you at, nigga?

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