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letra de watergun - sauce walka

[intro]
imma’ just be quiet
jrag on the beat
(jrag2x producer tag)
samurai
(sauce samurai producer tag)

[verse 1]
the corner of these racks is givin’ me paper cuts
once i became a millionaire, i start talkin’ less and listen much
once i seen these n-ggas was really b-tches, i kept my distance much
once i bought a ferrari, i gained interest to go buy diesel trucks
showed my lil’ brother half a million, he never seen this much
told em’ never let down his guard, even with things you trust
tryna’ keep him free from the yard, so he won’t bleed like us
tryna’ keep it clean, but it’s hard, but currency’s a must

[interlude]
oo-wee
oo-wee

[verse 2]
the bottom of the margielas feel athletic
so much codeine in my body, my legs feel prosthetic
driveway like the blue-eyed dragon, that b-tch three headed
most of the time the n-gga that snitched and the one that said, “he said it”
baby mama snitch on the trap, just to be petty
how can a n-gga raise his kids, when even his old freaks tellin’
sh-t deadly, grabbin’ them firearms, i hope your fist steady
talkin’ ’bout the belly of the best, well this the devil kid’s belly, the ghetto
[interlude]
ooh-wee
hmm
on sauce
ooh-wee

[verse 3]
the current of this codeine, got my soul spinnin’
summer, winter, spring, fall, all my hoes winnin’
way before my flows and all my shows could bring me golds tickets
i was in las vegas, makin’ millions, off a old business, i’m serious

[outro]
i ain’t tellin’ you n-ggas no more, mane
run that back!

- sauce walka

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