Letras They Hurt - Sauce Walka

They Hurt

XO Saucy\nOohwee, splash\n(Chamberlain, he’s got it!)\nSplash, drip, splash, woo!\nStuck to the code of the streets\nI be with players and G’s\nAin’t no snitches around me\nI sent the bitch to work\nShe sellin' ass, no twerk\nI Gucci collared my shirt\nThen I smash off in a vert, they hurt\nStuck to the code of the streets\nI be with players and G’s\nAin’t no snitches around me\nI sent the bitch to work\nShe sellin' ass, no twerk\nI Gucci collared my shirt\nThen I smash off in a vert, they hurt\nThey hurt\nI Gucci collared my shirt\nMy diamonds came from the earth\nNo I ain’t sellin' no work\nNo I ain’t poppin' no percs\nMy bitches poppin' they skirt\nI make a ho out a nurse\nShe put that Glock in her purse\nShe hid my skin off in it\nDon’t let that fat ass get you killed\nI’ll have 'em skin your fitted\nShe done marine gold titties\nI got bitches, on some Trina shit\nThat lay up in Saks like the baddest bitches\nDrive my 'round the city with them chopper sticks\nEverybody claimin' Murder One\nBut in real life they never murdered one\nOnly thing you niggas ever sprayed\nWas water guns when you playin' with your son\nThis some shit that I done really done\nBeat cages fat as Big Pun\nAll my niggas shinin' like the sun\n'Cause these backstreet boys never sung\nStuck to the code of the streets\nI be with players and G’s\nAin’t no snitches around me\nI sent the bitch to work\nShe sellin' ass, no twerk\nI Gucci collared my shirt\nThen I smash off in a vert, they hurt\nStuck to the code of the streets\nI be with players and G’s\nAin’t no snitches around me\nI sent the bitch to work\nShe sellin' ass, no twerk\nI Gucci collared my shirt\nThen I smash off in a vert, they hurt\nHe mad\nHow you still broke as your dad?\nHow you thirty in a Jag?\nHow you nineteen with on stash?\nHow you twenty-three with no pad?\nHow could you beg for pussy in the strip club instead of chasin' that cash?\nWhy would you hate when you see me?\nDouble date with two bitches from France\nNiggas is gay, only time you double date when it’s you and your mans\nI’ma just have to pull up with some double K’s and go’n and ruin your plans\nMy niggas scoot up in vans\nThey gon' knock you out your Vans\nI ain’t never had a reason for a heart\nMy mama would shoot out a cast\nBoy your mama had you in church\nAfter that, take your suit out your hand\nWhile you was singin' Wade in the Water\nI was in the kitchen tryna rock a quarter\nIn the dopehouse, really takin' orders\nThen I got a bitch, then I got smarter\nStuck to the code of the streets\nI be with players and G’s\nAin’t no snitches around me\nI sent the bitch to work\nShe sellin' ass, no twerk\nI Gucci collared my shirt\nThen I smash off in a vert, they hurt\nStuck to the code of the streets\nI be with players and G’s\nAin’t no snitches around me\nI sent the bitch to work\nShe sellin' ass, no twerk\nI Gucci collared my shirt\nThen I smash off in a vert, they hurt\nDrip