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don't play me - sauce walka lyrics

[intro: sauce walka]
oowee
see, you would’ve had to laid your own eyes with no disguise to be able to describe, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?

[verse 1: sauce walka]
dark clouds in the ghetto
warrin’ like achilles, tryna dodge every elbow
this ain’t no olympics, champions don’t win a medal
sellin’ those specifics get you hung into a scarecrow
tryna sell an lo, get a nugget, carmello
deep down in texas, you just gotta be thorough
i was out in florida, down in quincy cuttin’ elbows
put the b*tch down in tampa bay, ain’t had no boat
still made a hundo
[verse 2: jackboy]
shootin’ through them walls, n*gga, yeah, that’s what them cutters do
peeped that you had flaws, n*gga, now i cannot f*ck with you
made a milli’, now i wanna see my n*gga make a milli’ too
silly fool, you come and play with us and we gon’ clap a dude
paper chasе, i done ran this sh*t up fast like we in a racе
i’m really rich, i’m ridin’ in a lamb’, my b*tch ridin’ in a wraith
i’m really rich, i stacked that bread to the point i can do what the f*ck i want
and no n*gga ain’t gon’ do sh*t to me, i’m the type to get your stepper stomped

[verse 3: sauce walka]
mhm, stomp a stepper, kirk franklin
i’m the type to eat a full breakfast, no bacon
catch a snitch up in the kitchen with the pigs, legs shakin’
find out it was your cousin’, now your whole earth quakin’
it’s tanks up in ukraine, but it been a war with haitians
since our country make the difference, why y’all don’t save every nation
instead of giving me cases for guns at these gas stations?
detained with metal bracelets, n*gga just tryin’ to make it
lord, gracious

[verse 4: jackboy]
instead of givin’ me cases, let me jump up out them shackles, n*gga
instead of givin’ me hatred, they should be out here tryna help a n*gga
bank account got seven figures, it’s safe to say i been ballin’ lately
i just bought my second lamb’, it’s safe to say i been goin’ crazy
[verse 5: sauce walka]
brand new sugar lady, she got money from the ’80s
favorite movie dirty dancing, she in love with patrick swayze
my bracelet one of one, it cross your eyes, ask mcgrady
never smother n*ggas’ chicken, you can die over gravy
don’t play me
shooters elbow, watch he do a three*eighty

- sauce walka lyrics

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