Sak Passe

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Roddy Ricch - Rap, West Coast Rap

Sak Passe

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[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ha (CashMoneyAP) Yeah, yeah, uh, hey, hey I feed the streets I feed the streets, yeah I feed the streets Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Joey Trife) [Chorus] We fed the streets, I had to flood it Patek Phillipe, I wanna bus' it She fuck with me just 'cause I can buy that luggage And now they recognize me when I'm out in public Them Haitians fuck with me, so they say "sak pase" I'm in the Benz but I can't wait to cop that Wraith I came from nothing, nigga, I cannot be fake I was hungry now try kitchen make my plate, aye [Verse 1] Go get a bag, lil' nigga Pop a couple tags, lil' nigga Hop out that Jag, lil' nigga Fuck around and do the dash, lil' nigga I remember I was broke I remember I was starving We was selling that dope Bagging front of them apartments [Chorus] We fed the streets, I had to flood it Patek Phillipe, I wanna bus' it She fuck with me just 'cause I can buy that luggage And now they recognize me when I'm out in public Them Haitians fuck with me, so they say "sak pase" I'm in the Benz but I can't wait to cop that Wraith I came from nothing, nigga, I cannot be fake I was hungry now try kitchen make my plate, aye [Verse 2] Lil' shorty make it a theme song She wanna fuck with my jeans on Play with them ball like ping pong Bust in her jaw I ain't even know I wanna fuck with my niggas Then take my niggas to the top of the world All my niggas foreign, when we pull up, skrrt Light skin with a nice body looking like Nia Long Private head with the private pussy looking like FlySavion Rich sex, having rich sex on the nights we alone Chain glowing in the mirror looking like a ice cream cone [Chorus] We fed the streets, I had to flood it Patek Phillipe, I wanna bus' it She fuck with me just 'cause I can buy that luggage And now they recognize me when I'm out in public Them Haitians fuck with me, so they say "sak pase" I'm in the Benz but I can't wait to cop that Wraith I came from nothing, nigga, I cannot be fake I was hungry now try kitchen make my plate, aye

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Credits

Writers
  • Roddy Ricch