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Sauce Walka
Sauce Walka
Stimme und Gesang
Rizzoo Rizzoo
Rizzoo Rizzoo
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Albert Mondane Walker
Albert Mondane Walker
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Fred on Em
Fred on Em
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Lyrics

Aye, aye Mm-hmm, yeah She know I'm that nigga, LV on, no Hilfiger I've been tapping her from behind Think her booty getting bigger She just paid me for my vocals and My name ain't Bryson Tiller Pick a check up in Odessa, 304 from Amarillo Seven days we with the business Train her body for the fitness Bitch shows up in a Corolla, then Flagged off up in a Bentley Either way, I kept it pimping, she Stayed twelve months, I make a Million Broke so much off Harry Hines, I Moved to Dallas, Michael Finley Treat thе Rolls Royce like a Cutlass Then pour up Wockhardt in thе Publix Choosing fee from ecstasy, I think I'm finna do the dougie Not my fault these women love me And they treat you like you ugly Stole this watch up in the field, she Ran off with it playing rugby Yellow bone bitch, super head, call Her Tweety Cuban half a ticket, should've bought A Lamborghini John Cena splash, ain't nan nigga see Me Hoe's food market, ho, I'm selling that Zucchini Yellow bone bitch, super head, call Her Tweety Cuban half a ticket, should've bought A Lamborghini John Cena splash, ain't nan nigga see Me Hoe's food market, ho, I'm selling that Zucchini I just met her last week, now I'm in Her ass cheeks Pillow talkin' under sheets, man, you Niggas is weak P.U. had her on your team, now I got Her at her peak Rizzo, Rizzo, where you been? Collectin' money off my feet I learned my lesson in this shit, I bet' Not never leave that heat I like a bitch to suck the dick and Always have me somethin' to eat I'm a real dripper, I get paid Big booty bitch, her hair stay slayed I don't wanna fuck, how much you Made? She don't wanna dance, wanna hit That blade Killin' with this drip, and I told her "Come on, let's get it", uh Sat up with my bottom, now they Run across the city, uh I could take a ratchet bitch and turn Her to saditty (I can) You don't know how it feel collectin' Money off a kitty Yellow bone bitch, super head, call Her Tweety Cuban half a ticket, should've bought A Lamborghini John Cena splash, ain't nan nigga see Me Hoe's food market, ho, I'm selling that Zucchini Yellow bone bitch, super head, call Her Tweety Cuban half a ticket, should've bought A Lamborghini John Cena splash, ain't nan nigga see Me Hoe's food market, ho, I'm selling that Zucchini
Writer(s): Albert Mondane Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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