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letra de slime funeral - sauce walka

[intro: sauce walka]
(chamberlain, he’s got it)
ooh-wee
count up this ciabatta real quick
know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?

[verse 1: sauce walka]
you n-ggas b-tch-made
v-g-n- cut with the switchblade
seven hundred and sixty thousand dollars what her tits made
my whips paid
never dodged collectors, h-ll, i dip shade
i’m known to be outside, i don’t hide, i let my wrist blaze
balenciaga sneakers, i’m tryna stand where your b-tch bathe
f-ck her and take all your vlone, it match my ‘fit, man
10k so she won’t be ‘lone, i couldn’t skip, man
the b-tch ain’t never pay you at all ’cause you a simp, man
shrimp in a basket
pimp with a bad b-tch, whippin’ the casket
livin’ fantastic
all in jurassic, leavin’ ’em tragic
dopе in the plastic
opps in the backwoods, opps in the ashеs
we sendin’ crashes
we sendin’ blitzes, we sendin’ splashes
splash, splash, that n-gga dead
splash, splash, splash, that n-gga dead
splash, splash, splash, k!ll a slime green, infrared
baby-ass n-gga pee in the bed
free j-lean, he in the feds
free jt, he livin’ fed
drippy had an alpha sittin’ with a dread
[interlude: the real drippy]
drip, drip
drip, drip, drip, drip
drip, drip, drip, drippy, drippy, drippy

[verse 2: the real drippy]
ayy, ayy, now i lay me down to sleep, i pray my opps die in they sleep
if i get spilled before i wake, i pray the sauce, my drip to take
starin’ at a b-tch, hopin’ she will break
wonderin’ how much bread i’ll make
’cause i need a couple diamonds on my wrist, my neck, my earlobes, and my face
if the b-tch broke, tryna hop in my car, tell the ho i ain’t got no sp-ce
throw a n-gga ass in the lake
now the cops ain’t got no case
diamonds black like shaq
shot a n-gga, then i ran, don’t n0body know where i’m at
fifty rounds stuffed in my mac
two shooters behind me in a ‘lac
when you around me, don’t say, “slatt”
my bullets go through bra straps

- sauce walka

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