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Sauce Walka

Dangerous Daringer

 

Dangerous Daringer


Y'all already know what type of shit I'm on
Splash

Fuck the motherfucking nonsense
Smack a nigga with a palm fist
Knock his iPhone out his hand
Drop a song kids, I'm on mixed
Walking Red
This a Glock 40 on me but it's a nine in the head
It shoots both of 'em
I be having modified guns
Transform some to set the [?]
Every day, I'm walking with a weapon on
Stepping on Louis, Gucci
Whatever that is
TSF up in the Sauce Walka, been that kid
Made a couple million of of that bitch
What's the name?
Don't matter nigga mother fuck the fame
My bitch not Rihanna but these platinum dollars
Put her on a billboard just to help your problems
Bitch a Genie and you was just a Weenie
Maybach truck 21 is how you see me
Chrome heart beanie, but I don't got no love
Trap house after close, we ain't got no drugs
That's how my chest is
Headshot everything in the car
Fuck some besties
Backflip kick, martial arts
Off attacking, no weapon
Niggas better duck when I step in
Guy here, sitting down at churches staying in God's field
Respect nigga
It's TSF 'bout that check nigga
I have a crip with a 30 C walk ya neck nigga
Walka was two years in the game but still a vet, nigga
I done made some broke niggas rich
Some of them are writing checks, nigga
We are life
Tell me 'bout that struggle fear a life
Streets so cold popsicles don't want to fear ice
Streets so cold niggas life froze from shooting dice
Hit 'em with the Nitrogen, he never saw his wife again
He like to win but be with losers
You wanna play with Tim Duncan or Carlos Boozer?
Like a needle, I maneuver through the haystack
Getting money since way back
Since [?]
My momma was breaking tricks for eight Wrecks
Seen so many muscle headed niggas shot in the APEC
Trying to beat Damien won't ever lift a weight again
Don't shake the pen and die free
Keep thinking that them lil niggas ain't got none from me
[?] piece come out
Who really fucking with them wolves when their teeth come out
All this trauma I received, made my peace come out
Sauce Walka in these cities, then the streets come out

On Sauce
Whooy
Whooy
Whooy

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