Sauce Walka Lyrics

From A City by Sauce Walka



Rolling up, top shelf
But my grandma in her deathbed taking her last breath

Why does life always feed us raw like a bad chef?
Why the game always play us dirty like a bad ref?
Why do snitches still think they can live like they past self?
n***a, that sh*t over with, dead dog, doberman

b*t*hes f**king with poison in they body just like cobra spit
n***as be so thirsty they drink venom from a cobra b*t*h
Being [?] test fire shooting from they d**k
Now he looking for a doctor, making noises like Chewbacca

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