| You know I gave 'em the sauce
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| I don’t need no stylist, lil' bitch I be sauced up
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| I’m fresh as fuck on the walk up
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| You wan' be a boss? |
| Best believe its gon' cost ya
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| Gas, bags, I’m smokin' caution
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| Good dope from the West, hurt my chest got me coughin' (Uh-uh)
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| Broke boys make me sick, I get nauseous (Ugh)
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| When I hear a broke nigga talkin'
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| Fat ass, she look like a Barbie (Thot, thot)
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| Pop a Perc 10 and fuck 'til I’m exhausted (Uh)
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| We really slide, no talkin'
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| My lil' homie gon' hit, he got lit when he caught 'em (Come here)
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| Wanna see Stunna, send me a deposit (Uh-uh)
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| They thought I was Nick, we wildin'
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| She say she don’t suck dick, she childish
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| She throwin' it back, she tryna give me a challenge
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| She throw it back like she tossed it to me
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| And you know I caught it (Know I caught it)
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| She gave it to me, you bought it
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| Going out sad, lil' buddy you lost it
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| I put, I put them diamonds up under the faucet
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| Two Glocks on the dresser, two sticks in the closet
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| We fishtail his whip with that fye, then park it
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| I nail a lil' nigga, they say I’m a target
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| If you want some smoke then place your order
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| Lil' freak told me I’m hot in Florida
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| Ass shaped like a peach, that bitch from Georgia
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| I don’t know her name, I just call her gorgeous
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| My little niggas want bodies, they scorin' (They scorin')
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| Hit you block in the foreign and floor it (Skrr)
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| Rich youngin' took off, he soarin'
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| I pull up, pop the whip in the hood and leave the engine roarin' (Vroom)
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| I’m too important (I'm too important)
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| Nigga play with me and get violent (I'm gang)
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| Won’t talk, I’m keepin' it silent (Shhh)
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| That lil' beef shit, get me excited, swervin' (Swerve)
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| Me, Jefe in Thailand, late night
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| I jumped in that water like a great white (Uh)
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| My lil' hittas scrape right (Yeah)
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| Big dawg, I got irons for the guys when I got my cake right (On gang)
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| You know I gave 'em the sauce
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| I don’t need no stylist, lil' bitch I be sauced up
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| I’m fresh as fuck on the walk up
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| You wan' be a boss? |
| Best believe its gon' cost ya
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| Gas, bags, I’m smokin' caution
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| Good dope from the West, hurt my chest got me coughin'
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| Broke boys make me sick I get nauseous (Ugh)
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| When I hear a broke nigga talkin' (When I hear a broke nigga talkin')
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| On Insta', on that bitch, he gon' say he a killer
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| I ain’t never shot shit with that gun in them pictures
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| Nigga reach for this shit 'round my neck, he a victim (Come here)
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| Go read about it (Read about it), no dissing, it’s smoke?
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| Let’s clear it, I’m tryna see about 'em
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| The bush I’m not 'bout to beat around it (No)
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| Catch a nigga in person beat the shit up out 'em (Come on)
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| Lil' Stunna Shakur, I get around
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| Leave 'em missing, like lost and found
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| Send him up, he talking down
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| He play, he get knocked outta bounds
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| I gave 'em the sauce and sound (Uh)
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| Tryna ride my wave and drown (Uh)
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| Come get you a verse and some pounds
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| Say it’s up, he get hit with a hundred rounds (Ra-ra-ra-ra)
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| You know I gave 'em the sauce
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| I don’t need no stylist, lil' bitch I be sauced up
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| I’m fresh as fuck on the walk up
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| You wan' be a boss? |
| Best believe its gon' cost ya
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| Gas, bags, I’m smokin' caution
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| Good dope from the West, hurt my chest got me coughin'
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| Broke boys make me sick I get nauseous
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| When I hear a broke nigga talkin' (When I hear a broke nigga talkin')
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| Shut the fuck up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song WALK UP , by - Stunna 4 Vegas. Song from the album RICH YOUNGIN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп