Sauce Walka, Peso Peso & Sauce WoodWinnin - Loud Enuff

Loud Enuff - Sauce Walka, Peso Peso & Sauce Wood Winnin Lyrics / / / Intro / (Samurai) / / / Verse 1: Sauce Walka / Tell lil’ buddy send the drop then / I’ll Beyblade a nigga, Drac’ make his top spin / Four baddies at the house booted, have you boxed in

Sauce Walka, Peso Peso & Sauce WoodWinnin - Loud Enuff
Loud Enuff - Sauce Walka, Peso Peso & Sauce Wood Winnin Lyrics

/ Intro

(Samurai)

/ Verse 1: Sauce Walka

Tell lil’ buddy send the drop then

I’ll Beyblade a nigga, Drac’ make his top spin

Four baddies at the house booted, have you boxed in

Lights changin’ in the Bentley, look like a new Benz

Rarely fuck with new friends

If you ain’t with TSF, you might meet an FN

I can’t trust a nigga far as I can throw a penguin

Make your bed with a snake, just know you gotta sleep in

You might drown around this bitch, stay up out the deep end

It’s some tears on my denim, but I ain’t stressin’ in ‘em

These three women want me in the middle, guess I’m a sex symbol

Heard lil’ buddy diеd instantly, hit in the left templе

Everybody would be millionaires if it was that simple

/ Chorus: Sauce Walka

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/ Refrain: Sauce Walka

What you sayin’? It ain’t loud enough

TSF business, too much money steady pilin’ up

This a Urus in the yard, baby, not an Audi truck

I can’t hear none of my haters lately, they ain’t loud enough

Ooh-wee

/ Verse 2: Peso Peso

I can’t hear my haters, man, them niggas quiet

Don’t play no games, reach or my chain, you gon’ die if you try

These nigga beggin’ for the grease, but they be hidin’ all the time

We stay on point, nigga, send you to the sky if you slide (Fah)

Ayy, we stand on business, my lil’ shooter get to schizin’

Hop right out that car and get to rockin’ out like John Lennon

Is it the Perkies or the money? I don’t know, my palms itchin’

I’m in the valley with the eses and I’m cappin’ in Givenchy

I’m in that presidential double R, presidential gold plain

Me and woe widebody back to back, hoggin’ four lanes

After I bought my first pendant, got addicted , bought some ore chains

And then I went back to the hood and caught some plays like I’m Notre Dame (Ayy)

Sippin’ drank, smokin’ Blacks, ashin’ on Amiri pants

I got my fire and I’ll shoot it, nigga, but I’m still a businessman (Yeah)

And I promise he gon’ lose another friend if he send his man

When I was on that block sellin’ rocks, I knew that I had bigger plans

Beat a nigga ass like I’m Akuma

Or go a different route and bang it out, I got some 5.7s in this Ruger (For real)

In Oklahoma like, “I need that money sooner” (I need it)

You had your spot, now I’m on top, don’t be mad, it ain’t my fault that you blew it, nigga

/ Verse 3: Sauce Wood Winnin

Huh? What you sayin’, nigga? Turn it up

Them niggas brought the ooh-wee in the club, we ‘bout to burn it up

Them niggas want my spot, they want my shine, but they ain’t earned enough

He think he ran up on his hip, but now he must got monkey nuts

We spillin’, bitch

TSF the business, we really rich

Yeah, them long-haired niggas with them diamonds in they mouths on that silly shit

We poured up

And you lil’ niggas just ain’t loud enough

Say it with your chest

Nigga speak on me, better get your vest

I’ma stand on ten when I’m at your neck

Nigga

/ Chorus: Sauce Walka

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