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little star - sauce walka lyrics

[verse 1]
little b-tch, if you knew better, why the f-ck your -ss didn’t do better?
but these hoes need to come with carfax or a david pen newsletter
young n-gga can’t lose cheddar, 3,500 on a new sweater
ridin’ around with the blue metal, ’cause the streets hot like two kettles

[hook]
tried to turn a b-tch to a star but she was too busy tryna be the moon
all this ice on me in the summer, boy, i’ll f-ck around and catch a flu in june
know the dirty -ss n-ggas hatin’ so i gotta ride around with the broom
softer n-ggas get intimidated when a real n-gga flavor hit the room
tried to turn a b-tch to a star but she was too busy tryna be the moon
coulda made the b-tch a b-tterfly but she ain’t wanna break out the d-mn cocoon
all this fire on me in the winter, singin’ merry christmas, feel like it’s june
f-ggot b-tches get intimidated when a real n-gga flavor hit the room

[verse 2]
i’m a sauce minister, water floodin’ up my wrist like a reservoir
war, we are ready for, what you think these choppers and these machetes for?
pint of that medical, pour it out in one liter like, oh my god
you barely holdin’ on, i’m just gettin’ started, n-gga this is a pour-a-thon
i’ma keep pourin’ it on, homies with high tech, this ain’t roboton
i’m smokin’ on bacan, this that real cookie n-gga, not that bubble gum
smoke’s all in our lungs, she left her old folks and brought me honey buns
i let his number wrong, i told him thank you p, boy, i owe you one
too bad the b-tch f-gged out, b-tch fooled me good till she maxed out
squared up on her own house, hate it when i sleep when hoes are on the couch
matrimony ain’t what i’m ’bout, i need plenty b-tches on the paper route
plus you takin’ days, everyday you out
stayin’ with your trick squared by that sound

- sauce walka lyrics

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