300 blunt - sauce walka lyrics
[intro]
(ooo*wee)
(ooo*wee)
(ooo*wee)
[verse 1]
this a $300 blunt
white runtz in new york
500, had to drop my nuts
plug calling me kawhi*ya
how i drop the bucks
no my b*tch ain’t from the drive
but she drop the clutch
that’s a purse filled up with ducks
y’all lame ass n*ggas
never made a b*tch buy you lunch
splash up to the galleria
frisco for brunch
n*gga step foot on these fendi’s
he gone catch a punch
i ain’t never been a sucker once!
ole lollipop n*gga, your flavor is popsicle
.99 cent sto’, what that rollie hit fo’?
it d*mn shole ain’t rose gold
look like it come from citgo
yo hoes love that powder more than you
that’s where that rent go
how the f*ck you a pimp though?
you and the dope man split dough!
all the p’s know in the game
that ain’t how sh*t go
the only addiction she supposed to have:
is you, and pesos
the only thing that she supposed to grab:
is what you say so
but you was on that play dough
so games gone get played, bro
that’s what it is when it’s on you
and it ain’t in you, n*gga
that’s what a savage b*tch gone do
when she run across a friendly n*gga
put that ass on ’em
text him daily, and be prissy wit’ ’em
soon as that n*gga get sprung
she need the digits n*gga
and a bentley n*gga
dummy…
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