Outpack – Sauce Walka lyrics

Lyrics Outpack – Sauce Walka

Outpack lyrics
We want all the smoke, bitch, we love that
Right above my belt where the drum at
This is not the place to act dumb at
Hollow tips sprayin’, where yo son at?
Baby mama reachin’, where the crumbs at?
We want all the smoke, bitch, we love that
Posted in the trenches where he done at
Where you better keep a damn gun at
We want all the smoke, where your lungs at? (TLC)

Tables, ladders, chairs
Tables, ladders, chairs
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She want tender, love and care, but I don’t even care
Told that lil’ bitch, “Woo!”, like I’m Ric Flair
We keep choppas by the pairs, shoot out anywhere (Bah)
Hermè-Hermè-Hermè, like I’m Triple H
Know to do the damn dash on the interstate
My bitch super bad, she don’t need a K
With the murder team, choppa bullets to your face (Murder, murder)
With the murder team, choppa bullets to your face
With the murder team (Yeah), choppa bullets to your face (Bang, murder, murder)
With the murder team, choppa bullets to your face
With the murder team, choppa bullets to your face

We want all the smoke (Smoke), bitch, we love that
Right above my belt where the drum at
This is not the place to act dumb at (Dumb at)
Hollow tips sprayin’, where yo son at?
Baby mama reachin’, where the crumbs at?
We want all the smoke, bitch, we love that
Posted in the trenches where he done at
Where you better keep a damn gun at
We want all the smoke, where your lungs at?

Me and all my bloods, test my DNA, blood will match
Send my shoots, they blood you back, they send you flood attack
Told that bitch, “He was in a Wraith”, but he was in a Lamb’
He just threw stars in the roof, and he died in that same whip
Now he ..
We the type of niggas to pull and take your life
boy, we ain’t .. nothin’ till you card of Jack

Outpack – Sauce Walka lyrics
Outpack - Sauce Walka
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