Sauce Walka - R.I.P Buddy (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Sauce Walka - R.I.P Buddy (en) Lyrics
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I'm in these motherfuckin'
streets, nigga
I'm 'posed to be rappin'
on these beats, nigga
I'm too busy with a bitch and a Rolex
she stole this week, nigga
You sweet, nigga
You one of my bitches trick-
or-treat, nigga
Knock on this door with a mask on, I
promise you gettin' sweeped, nigga
The eliminated
Every gun I got sophisticated
Send a nigga to Heaven, congratulations,
that nigga made it
Mama in the kitchen playin' Kirk
Franklin, she miss her baby
It's sad that he got stomped on, but
I'm surprised he made it this long
He been a target
They been waitin' to see his
car so they can park it
I heard lil' Superman shot back,
but he couldn't Clark it
Thе streets is heartless
How can you survive without
so many sourcеs?
How could you make it to the
top like everybody else without
that many choices?
We dreamed of Porsches
But only in the yard where
we seen the horses
Seen my first murder at seven,
I dreamed of screaming voices
I wanted to be the dude like Devin,
I end up bein' Jordan
This rap shit ain't even important,
my white bitches finessin'
corporate for millions, nigga
How much money you leavin' for
them childrens, nigga?
How many rainy days you got 'em prepared
for when it get serious, nigga?
Good appearance, nigga
I used to pour air up
in my cereal, nigga
Now I pour a quarter million on the
table for a diamond tear, nigga
I'm spillin' for it
In that same jungle where they killin'
and they stealin' for it
Where a police can shoot a baby
and get a ribbon for it
It's in your eyes, how
can you ignore it?
You too busy watchin' a movie with
Kevin Hart and Chuck Norris
Fuck Netflix, I'm in the
hood tryna reset bricks
Show these young niggas how
to get they necks fixed
They checks fixed, they net worth
Nigga, how much really
is your set worth?
If every nigga in your set broke or
dead, nigga, then your set hurt
That's realistic
It's true they hate on all
the ones who's gifted
So know you gotta feed and
kill 'em wolves, see a sheep
can't do business
They say we senseless how we
run to that concrete again
But what is a gangster who can't
be on the streets again?
That's like tellin' Mayweather
he can't put on Gucci sneaks
again, I beat the pen'
On my twin
I seen mothers leave they babies to
go have fun with they friends
Get shot on accident, she
never came home again
Will it ever end?
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