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lirik lagu sauce walka, king hendrick$ & mg lil bubba - role models

[verse 1: sauce walka]
free sanchy out the feds
they got plenty sp~ce in prison, we ain’t hear what granny said
who would think a couple scripts’d have them people on your head?
kids need they daily bread and you gotta get ’em fed
wakin’ up to my addiction, pints of quagen by my bed
knowin’ d~mn well i need to go and hit the gym instead
searchin’ drama in the blogs instead of books i should’ve read
knowin’ that that way of thinkin’ ain’t the way i got ahead
it’s easy as it said, it’s hard to change it
brothers k!llin’ brothers over p~ssy, b~tches dangerous
black man shot by an officer for sw~ngin’
in the big body, left lane, signal blinkin’
hard to be a happy father when the mama angry
keep the kids from you, weaponize ’em then aim it
make~up [?] reason why you isn’t safe to stay with
give her some attention, now it’s cool to keep the baby
that’s crazy
stressin’ over other people bills every month
sometimes it just is what it is when you the one
gotta leave these m’s for my daughters and my son
smartest thing they did was give a black man a gun
n~ggas love crime more than valentine’s
thirty~floor seasons tryna mastermind
money sick, commissary hit just in time
can’t let the splat down and used to push the line
[verse 2: king hendrick$]
where i’m from it’s no role models, new syrup, i found four bottles
still watch my p’s fly, my trap house on copilot
n~gga cuffin’ that ho, i’m tryna f~ck and get a verse out her
migo speakin’ spanish, he nod his head, i show my ghost power
you on the other side with them, you gotta stay there (pick a side)
i’m too rich to have my son sittin’ at a daycare (yeah)
i know some couches with some ‘bows i bought from wayfair
a petty baby mama’d make you miss your best year
this taurus cool but i want more, double back and up the score
ugly time i had to cook the dope, who wanna make the s’mores?
mama told me to use a rubber, these hoes’ll have [?] arms
my way way different, i put those on my surfboard

[verse 3: mg lil bubba]
five racks on steakhouses, twelve racks on surf
a twenty in a month just on junk, i got some nerve
g ro in the feds but he ain’t tellin’, he with [?]
bro take hits, when it’s slow, he gon’ serve
roaches in my cereal, i went to school and cleaned my lunch tray
it’s outside, junkies walk on water ’til it’s sunday
my big dog been ballin’ since the 80s like he andre
the vision pay our own bills, i’m makin’ sure my aunt straight
my car full of blunt smoke, i thought i saw a hundo
bridgetown, n~ggas on the floor ’bout to jump rope
it’s either cps workers or laws at my front door
don’t never run it up, could lose it all to a dumb ho
she wanna wake up bands, she wanna wake up friends (yeah)
she wanna make up bands, i wanna make up plans, yeah
i hop out the car with a shooter, he won’t even shake your hand (yeah)
i gotta go get the money, i told y’all take my chances, yeah
atlantic, we was in transit, she wanna be with a bandit (yeah)
gave her a cup of my syrup, i gotta be more romantic
d~mn, gotta be more romantic, gotta control my damage (yeah)
when i’m l!ckin’ it ain’t work out, we both got stranded (yeah)
bro got a 50, a twin get out, he be always my granny
keepin’ it real ain’t cost me nothin’, my n~gga, you overstandin’
you gotta find within yourself and chase these bands and set you free
[?]
[outro: sauce walka]
free sanchy out the feds
they got plenty sp~ce in prison, we ain’t hear what granny said
think a~think a couple scripts’d have them people on your head?
kids need they daily bread and you gotta— fed, fed
wakin’ up to~up to my addiction, pints of quagen by my bed
knowin’ d~mn well i need to go and hit the— ‘stead, ‘stead
drama~drama in the blogs instead of books i should’ve read
knowin’ that that way of thinkin’ ain’t the way i— ‘head, ‘head

- lirik lagu sauce walka king hendrick mg lil bubba

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