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letra de rip pokey freestyle (screwed) - sauce walka & sauce wood winnin

[intro: sauce walka]
(chamberlain, he’s got it)
know what i’m saying?
spill me?
gohan say, how i do it? i’m trippin’
free train

[verse 1: sauce walka]
my hand full of water
every day, i’m walkin’ with the rock, sean carter
nation in my hands, on the team, i’m the starter
maybach parked outside, lookin’ harder
shoot like harden
b-tch steady dodgin’ with that h-llcat
n-ggas snitching on they own mans, get them cells back
i was a young n-gga in a treesh, tryna sell crack
’til a b-tch came with the bread and that ass fat
f-ck that
how did i do it? got to it like fluid
tsf be the business, in the city, we the movement
n-ggas know i don’t play when it coe to them birdies
frrt, they gon’ fly with them switchеs, you heard me?
that’s a war i’ma start, ar in the car
sip barrе, tsf business, write it on the jar
lil’ b-tch, why you callin’?
don’t you see me in that black maybach crawlin’?
standin’ in the middle of the gym, just ballin’
drippin’ on i-10 in the benz to new orleans
sippin’ on that syrup, mix the lean, it got me hollerin’
feelin’ liek a wolf, i’m in the woods until the morning
know that spl!cker on me, south side big homie
ain’t no question that
n-gga touch a feather on my birds, then we stretchin’ that
[verse 2: sauce wood winnin]
let ’em throw a play up in the air, you know i’m catchin’ that
big dog wood, i’m big dog, you know i’m fetchin’ that
n-ggas play, we stretchin’ that, i’m up in the trap though
i ain’t even trippin’, i move sh-t like a chat though
i be runnin’ sh-t around this b-tch, i’m like a lap though
i ain’t even playin’, i’m comin’ straight up off my cap, ho
big wood, h town, south side, keep it live
i ain’t even trippin’, i got a fifty piece right in my outh
sauce wood drippin’ all trhough the streets, i’m out the springs
poured up a four, i’m— we call that sh-t some lean
yeah, i’m goin’ off the head, never scared, stripes on me, i ain’t fred
i don’t give a f-ck what a b-tch n-gga tried to said
tried to say, i don’t play, b-tch, i’m out of da
i run up on you with these things and blow your ass away
these fans on me, these bands on me, b-tch, i’m poppin’
you run up, n-gga, and everything about you stoppin’
that mean your heart, that mean your brain, that mean everything you live
i don’t give a f-ck, n-gga, i’m out that motherf-ckin’ ville
that’s that south side, south sill for lil’
rip to podina, i just shed a f-ckin’ tear
seen that sh-t up on my—

[outro: sauce wood winnin]
hold up, man

- sauce walka sauce wood winnin

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