
Don’t Sell Narcotics No Mo Sauce Walka (Ft. Sosamann)
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[Chorus: Sauce Walka]
I got the splash
And the dope
I don't sell narcodics no more
I like them white
Black or green
Long as the ho pay, it don't matter to me
I got the splash
And the dope
I don't sell narcodics no more
I like them white
Black or green
Long as the bitch know, that she gotta pay the P
[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Yeah I'm pimpin, southside drippin
Straight from [?], Martin Luther King [?]
I seen [?] drive a slab that's worth a Bentley
I done seen a dope fiend rob a whole chicken
Damn, that's a big ass crack rock
Straight from the dope pot
I stopped selling work, the streets too damn hot
I'd rather ride with a ho, I'd rather [?] snow
I'd rather teach a bitch how to motherfucking make the dough
Thousands of the motherfucking cheese at your [?]
All you niggas talking 'bout you [?]
You ain't never seen a motherfucking 1 2 [?]
[?] 0 0 on a whole goddamn pie
You a lier, nigga, you's a motherfucking show like a flier, nigga
I can see that your pants on fire, nigga
You need to stop, drop and roll
Pray the lord [?] motherfucking save your soul
Boys need to repent, pulled up in a Bentley [?]
Riding round [?]
With your bitch
Bitch, your wife a girlfriend
I don't know, but your ho is mine now
And if you touch me, then the gun gon' go pow pow pow
[?] your motherfucking head
Sauce Gotti, yeah I bang red
Su-wu, I'm a pyrule
And I kick ass, kung foo
[?]
I got the splash
And the dope
I don't sell narcodics no more
I like them white
Black or green
Long as the ho pay, it don't matter to me
I got the splash
And the dope
I don't sell narcodics no more
I like them white
Black or green
Long as the bitch know, that she gotta pay the P
[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Yeah I'm pimpin, southside drippin
Straight from [?], Martin Luther King [?]
I seen [?] drive a slab that's worth a Bentley
I done seen a dope fiend rob a whole chicken
Damn, that's a big ass crack rock
Straight from the dope pot
I stopped selling work, the streets too damn hot
I'd rather ride with a ho, I'd rather [?] snow
I'd rather teach a bitch how to motherfucking make the dough
Thousands of the motherfucking cheese at your [?]
All you niggas talking 'bout you [?]
You ain't never seen a motherfucking 1 2 [?]
[?] 0 0 on a whole goddamn pie
You a lier, nigga, you's a motherfucking show like a flier, nigga
I can see that your pants on fire, nigga
You need to stop, drop and roll
Pray the lord [?] motherfucking save your soul
Boys need to repent, pulled up in a Bentley [?]
Riding round [?]
With your bitch
Bitch, your wife a girlfriend
I don't know, but your ho is mine now
And if you touch me, then the gun gon' go pow pow pow
[?] your motherfucking head
Sauce Gotti, yeah I bang red
Su-wu, I'm a pyrule
And I kick ass, kung foo
[?]
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