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Sauce Twinz

Kasper

 

Kasper

(альбом: In Sauce We Trust - 2015)


I pull up red Kawasaki
40 on my waist, case a nigga tryna try me
Got them blood with me, that lil nigga just caught a body
And he use that motherfuckin chopper like karate
I've been lookin for these green like a tractor
I'm a motherfuckin pimp, not a rapper

Ride around with that 40 for disasters
Tryna touch the sauce, you seein how they space like NASA
Talkin all that sauce shit like I won't get at ya
Pussy nigga think he can't get shot, you ain't Kasper

Pussy nigga, you ain't Kasper
This AR15, shake up your block, call it pastor
Niggas out here playin macho, I snap em
My plug sellin me them tacos, I wrap em
When I send em off, you niggas soft
Put it to your house, get your house laid out
All over that sauce, so don't take that route
Yeah, my young bloods be drippin
But don't let the sauce fool you, 30s be rippin

Ride around with that 40 for disasters
Tryna touch the sauce, you seein how they space like NASA
Talkin all that sauce shit like I won't get at ya
Pussy nigga think he can't get shot, you ain't Kasper

Ride around with that 40 for disasters
Tryna touch the sauce, you seein how the space like NASA
Talkin all that sauce shit like I won't get at ya
Pussy nigga think he can't get shot, you ain't Kasper

I'm Sosa, bitch
And I know them bitch, my bitch you can't get closer
Hit that 40, yeah, I'm totin in your hoe, she say I'm dope
But she a broke bitch, nigga, I can't hang around
Call me Susan Sosa Boyle, I be doin them pounds
Cook by half a ounce, got a bitch and broke her down
Got her outta town, shoot some shit and, fuck, Imma fuck around
Ride around coolin, he talkin like he stupid
Hit that nigga with the uzi, hit the clip and make a movie
Like that shit ain't never happen
These niggas just be rappin, Sancho pimpin on a bitch
Told that hoe to make sappin, Robin Jeans keep it rackin
Versace for the fashion walk, I swear these niggas broke
Man, these niggas just be cappin outta space just like I'm NASA
Medusa on the fabric, take the guap about the safe
Just stuff it in the mattress, man, these niggas think they safe
Or really they just lackin, do that boy like target practice
If he think he Kasper, damn, woo, damn, woo

Ride around with that 40 for disasters
Tryna touch the sauce, you seein how they space like NASA
Talkin all that sauce shit like I won't get at ya
Pussy nigga think he can't get shot, you ain't Kasper

Ride around with that 40 for disasters
Tryna touch the sauce, you seein how they space like NASA
Talkin all that sauce shit like I won't get at ya
Pussy nigga think he can't get shot, you ain't Kasper

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