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letra de sauced up! (feat. kid carbine) - davvo

[chorus: davvo]
you can’t get with me b-tch i’m too sauced up
p-ssy boy ducked down
f-ckin’ that b-tch while she on the ground
moaning, told her shut up hoe you too loud
asked her parents they told me it was allowed
f-ck it, we even did it with a crowd
glock-19 round my waist
p-ssy boy talkin’ we started a chase
hear that beat b-tch, it got way too much bass
p-ssy boy talkin’ the glock hit his face
his life, no pencil but it got erased
his girl, no tyga but i want a taste
listen i do not give a f-ck about what you gon’ say
if i got it on me lil’ b-tch i’m gon’ spray
[verse 1: davvo]
put it on, put it in
p-ssy boy talkin’ he gon’ have to run again
running man, running man
don’t give a f-ck about him
but we ain’t got no problems
as long as he cop’ me a hundred bands
bands in the traphousе
bad b-tch cute face she gon’ givе mouth
that head so good, it got me sayin’ ouch
now just tell me
what would you do for the ounce?
i’m goin super saiyan
and yeah b-tch i beat the case
they was always tellin’ me don’t leave no trace
p-ssy boy b-tch get replaced anytime
no melly but i got murder all on my mind
gman productions the label i signed
i always gotta stay on my motherf-ckin’ grind
peek at you, peek at me
b-tch i am blind
can’t even lie, yea she all on my mind
i got that white and i’m callin’ it foam
run up on me, lil’ b-tch i got that chrome
you cannot f-ck with me i’m the king of my throne
if you want some guala, come get you a loan
if you not bout’ that cash
then don’t hit up my phone
you can call me a f-g but i made your b-tch moan
no bishop nehru but i’m in my zone
i’m talkin’ no friends yeah im chillin’ alone
make your b-tch give me that throat
no tay-k but i said murder she wrote
louis-v on me yeah i gotta coat
b-tch, you know that wasn’t no quote
did all of this without writing no notes
your life b-tch yeah i’m gonna’ demote
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[chorus: davvo]
you can’t get with me b-tch i’m too sauced up
p-ssy boy ducked down
f-ckin’ that b-tch while she on the ground
moaning, told her shut up hoe you too loud
asked her parents they told me it was allowed
f-ck it, we even did it with a crowd
glock-19 round my waist
p-ssy boy talkin’ we started a chase
hear that beat b-tch, it got way too much bass
p-ssy boy talkin’ the glock hit his face
his life, no pencil but it got erased
his girl, no tyga but i want a taste
listen i do not give a f-ck about what you gon’ say
if i got it on me lil’ b-tch i’m gon’ spray

[verse 2: kid carbine]
(aye, yuh)
p-ssy boy i’m gonna spray
i’m f-ckin dat hoe and i’m at it all day
32 shots and it come with a compressor
stupid ass b-tch don’t give me a lecture
shut the f-ck up, k on my sweatshirt
diamonds be fake, get out the tester
b-tch, i’m too sauced up
too far ahead, ain’t n0body caught up
b-tch give me head, shut the f-ck up
switch up the flow, n-gga hold up
these n-ggas be trash, had to put em’ on
i walked in this b-tch like dc the don
i’m mowing these n-ggas down like the lawn
i’m f-cking your sh-t i feel like kotal kahn
(b-tch!)
all of these n-ggas they average
all of these b-tches they basic
she suckin’ my d-ck and i know she can taste it
not gonna lie that sh-t was amazing
(yeah, yeah)
not gonna lie, i ain’t with that bullsh-t i don’t comply
your daughter a hoe she f-cked five guys
i’m making these hits, i don’t even try
i’m telling the truth, why you gon’ lie?
i don’t give a f-ck, hoe go and cry
i’m not gonna stop till my ass boutta die
used to be nothing, you see it in my eyes
you talkin’ that trash, like when you gon’ slide?
(b-tch)
you talkin’ that trash, like when you gon’ slide?
(hahaha)
(b-tch)

- davvo

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