| I’m a god in my city nigga, yeah yeah
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| 50 thousand, red 50s, that’s a bloody bag, yeah
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| Got my niggas working hard, yeah yeah
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| Cut them snakes out the circle ‘cause them hoes were fake, yeah
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| Flipping and dripping the sauce
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| Flying on planes with boss
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| My niggas ain’t going back to the struggle
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| We ain’t got the cash to fall, yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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| I swear, cold as polar bear
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| All of my diamonds on glare
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| Curls all over my hair
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| The white girl, yeah yeah
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| She just bought me 20 thousand, yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| That was just in one evening
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| Sauce off in this seasoning
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| Slap a rapper for no reason
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| I don’t like the way he breathing
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| In the Benz when I’m creeping
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| In some coupe, yeah yeah
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| Your bitch see me right there
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| Fingers all in my hair
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| Her friend in the back, yeah
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| I got bunnie traps, yeah
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| And they said that dripping sauce was a joke
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| Now the world if you ain’t drippy, you broke
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| Never seen you niggas pimping before
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| Now it’s all on the biz
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| Sauce done made you niggas rich
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| Be thankful for the
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| I’m a god in my city nigga, yeah yeah
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| 50 thousand, red 50s, that’s a bloody bag, yeah
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| Got my niggas working hard, yeah yeah
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| Cut them snakes out the circle ‘cause them hoes were fake, yeah
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| Flipping and dripping the sauce
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| Flying on planes with boss
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| My niggas ain’t going back to the struggle
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| We ain’t got the cash to fall, yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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| I’m a boss, yeah yeah
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| Paid the cost, yeah yeah
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| Took a loss, yeah yeah
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| Dripping sauce, oh yeah yeah
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| Foreign floss, oh yeah yeah
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| Cut ‘em off, oh yeah yeah
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| Sosa broke, oh no
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| Sippin' syrup, move slow
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| Counting dough, getting more
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| Rollin gas up, 93
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| Had a face that you wouldn’t believe
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| Getting dope, counting all the cheese
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| I don’t want no friends
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| I just want the ends
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| Take off with your bitch
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| In the coupe
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| Hat blowing in the wind
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| These niggas so pretend
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| Free my brothers out the pen, yeah yeah
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| I don’t want no problems
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| I just want the gwala
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| I want all ciabatta
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| I done did me a lot of shit
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| I’m a god in my city nigga, yeah yeah
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| 50 thousand, red 50s, that’s a bloody bag, yeah
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| Got my niggas working hard, yeah yeah
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| Cut them snakes out the circle ‘cause them hoes were fake, yeah
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| Flipping and dripping the sauce
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| Flying on planes with boss
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| My niggas ain’t going back to the struggle
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| We ain’t got the cash to fall, yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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| We ain’t going broke no more
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| We ain’t going broke no more
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| All this money came out the O
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| Now they hating on us all
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| Now they hating on us all
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| Before this class they were lost
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| Yeah yeah
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| Yeah, oh yeah
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| Yeah, oh yeah
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| Splash |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yeah Yeah, artist - Sauce Walka. Album song Holy Sauce, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп