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serve - sauce walka lyrics

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[hook]
i had to serve the b-tch
i had to serve the b-tch
i had to serve the b-tch
i had to serve the b-tch
see i couldn’t serve a zip
see i couldn’t serve a brick
so i had to learn the b-tch
i had to earn the b-tch
i had to serve her
i had to serve her
i had to serve the b-tch
i had to serve her
i had to serve the b-tch
bout to make the b-tch a million dollars
i had to return it, i am the server

[verse 1]
i had to serve the b-tch, i had to learn the b-tch
all you wanted was to f-ck and just curb the b-tch
see to me that ain’t make no sense
i know this b-tch is a l1ck
i know this b-tch is worth more than a brick
i know that this girl is legal as sh-t
i know that this b-tch can go and buy a brick
so what is the purpose?
you at the trap you nervous
you meeting the plug you nervous
you know that them jackers is lurking
you know that the feds is working
you saving all that money just for your re-up
i’m saving just to get my jewels and fee up
my whole closet is the galleria
del frisco’s eating steak fajitas

[hook]
i had to serve the b-tch
i had to serve the b-tch
i had to serve the b-tch
i had to serve the b-tch
see i couldn’t serve a zip
see i couldn’t serve a brick
so i had to learn the b-tch
i had to earn the b-tch
i had to serve her
i had to serve her
i had to serve the b-tch
i had to serve her
i had to serve the b-tch
bout to make the b-tch a million dollars
i had to return it, i am the server

[verse 2]
serve, little baby tell me word
let me teach you how to earn
just give me one turn
bae, let me take you where to play
where these men wanna pay
just for talking in the face
pimpin’ is easy money
but it’s strategic money
you gotta believe you something
before you achieve you something
and then you gon’ see them hunnids
every girl got heels and bags
you can be young with 100 grand
get your mind right girl and stack the cash
girl you better get your play-doh
everybody ain’t able
tip her hundreds on the table
some b-tches ain’t got cable
worried bout love and hip hop
you need to worry about when your weave drop
my b-tch worried about her big drop
all my saucy b-tches on top

[hook]
i had to serve the b-tch
i had to serve the b-tch
i had to serve the b-tch
i had to serve the b-tch
see i couldn’t serve a zip
see i couldn’t serve a brick
so i had to learn the b-tch
i had to earn the b-tch
i had to serve her
i had to serve her
i had to serve the b-tch
i had to serve her
i had to serve the b-tch
bout to make the b-tch a million dollars
i had to return it, i am the server

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