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letra de they hurt - sauce walka

[intro]
xo saucy
oohwee, splash
chamberlain, he’s got it!
splash, drip, splash, woo

[chorus]
stuck to the code of the streets
i be with players and g’s
ain’t no snitches around me
i sent the b-tch to work
she sellin’ -ss, no twerk
i gucci collared my shirt
then i smash off in a vert, they hurt
stuck to the code of the streets
i be with players and g’s
ain’t no snitches around me
i sent the b-tch to work
she sellin’ -ss, no twerk
i gucci collared my shirt
then i smash off in a vert, they hurt

[verse 1]
they hurt
i gucci collared my shirt
my diamonds came from the earth
no i ain’t sellin’ no work
no i ain’t poppin’ no percs
my b-tches poppin’ they skirt
i make a ho out a nurse
she put that glock in her purse
she hid my skin off in it
don’t let that fat -ss get you k!lled
i’ll have ’em skin your fitted
she done marine gold t-tties
i got b-tches, on some trina sh-t
that lay up in saks like the baddest b-tches
drive my ’round the city with them chopper sticks
everybody claimin’ murder one
but in real life they never murdered one
only thing you n-ggas ever sprayed
was water guns when you playin’ with your son
this some sh-t that i done really done
beat cages fat as big pun
all my n-ggas shinin’ like the sun
’cause these backstreet boys never sung

[verse 2]
he mad
how you still broke as your dad?
how you thirty in a jag?
how you nineteen with on stash?
how you twenty-three with no pad?
how could you beg for p-ssy in the strip club instead of chasin’ that cash?
why would you hate when you see me?
double date with two b-tches from france
n-ggas is g-y, only time you double date when it’s you and your mans
i’ma just have to pull up with some double k’s and go’n and ruin your plans
my n-ggas scoot up in vans
they gon’ knock you out your vans
i ain’t never had a reason for a heart
my mama would shoot out a cast
boy your mama had you in church
after that, take your suit out your hand
while you was singin’ wade in the water
i was in the kitchen tryna rock a quarter
in the dopehouse, really takin’ orders
then i got a b-tch, then i got smarter

[outro]
drip

- sauce walka

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