Walky Wah - The Sauce (feat. Real Rich)
I tell a hater get lost
Throwing salt
On my name only
Adds to the sauce
I tell a hater get lost
Throwing salt
On my name only
Adds to the sauce
I tell a hater get lost
Throwing salt
On my name only
Adds to the sauce
I tell a hater get lost
Throwing salt
On my name only
Adds to the sauce
Keep my name out ya boca
I'll dispose and expose all of
Ya posers
Ever seen supernova then come
Closer
Food for thought I drops jewels that's Kosher
Cold as Nova Scotia
In the presence of cobra's
Circle smaller than coasters
Just keep your two cents
I'll crush em in penny loafers
Bury you cockroaches
Bunch of shit talkers
Who suffer from halitosis
Always doing the mostest
But don't approach us
Quick to draw like high noon
Now buenos noches
Baba baba boom
Throw salt in ya wound
Throwing salt cuz of shade
Gives the broth more flav
Liquid dope entrees
Man dem boys lack taste
Clocking my whereabouts
Like my name is flava fav
I tell a hater get lost
Throwing salt
On my name only
Adds to the sauce
I tell a hater get lost
Throwing salt
On my name only
Adds to the sauce
I tell a hater get lost
Throwing salt
On my name only
Adds to the sauce
I tell a hater get lost
Throwing salt
On my name only
Adds to the sauce
These niggaz wiggity wiggity
Wack
That's a figgity figgity
Fact
So they watch us from the bizzity
Back
Like my nigga did you see
That
The only ones thats hizzity
Hating
Is them sucker niggaz
That's why I be by myself
Cuz I don't really fucks with
Niggaz
But I link my zoe walky
Over on 34th
Woker than I ever been and
I don't drink coffee
Middle of the street fresh timbs
Feeling planted
Telling him the city ours and
How I already planned it
No more passes for these niggaz
Get some glasses for these niggaz
So they can see their end is coming Sooner
I fucked her hard you only spoon
Her
You bluff I draw like a cartoonist
Walky they just some Opportunists
I tell a hater get lost
Throwing salt
On my name only
Adds to the sauce
I tell a hater get lost
Throwing salt
On my name only
Adds to the sauce
I tell a hater get lost
Throwing salt
On my name only
Adds to the sauce
I tell a hater get lost
Throwing salt
On my name only
Adds to the sauce
I come from nothing
These good for nothings
Are good for nothing
Huffing and puffing
Killing em soft I'm so rambunctious
I get to functions
Women can rarely barely function
Fresh off the oven yeah they hating
But I'm who they loving
They just be bugging
I hit the dougie dogging ya
Girly
Sipping bubbly
Man on the moon we cudi cudi
The black and ugly
Got no problems with getting
Lucky
Zero to hero no above me
I'm solar touching
You crab in bucket
Miserable monkey motherfuckers
They playa hating
Mood is always in jubilation
The doodoo faces
You still complacent
I'm paper chasing
And frankly brother
I owe you nathan
Now stop your hating
I tell a hater get lost
Throwing salt
On my name only
Adds to the sauce
I tell a hater get lost
Throwing salt
On my name only
Adds to the sauce
I tell a hater get lost
Throwing salt
On my name only
Adds to the sauce
I tell a hater get lost
Throwing salt
On my name only
Adds to the sauce
Written by:
Richard Jackson, Walky Wah
Publisher:
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