Sak Passe

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ha
Yeah, yeah, uh, hey, hey
I feed the streets
I feed the streets, yeah
I feed the streets
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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

Go get a bag, lil' nigga
Pop a couple tags, lil' nigga
Hop out that Jag, lil' nigga
Fuck around do the dally nigga
I remember I was broke
I remember I was starving
We was selling that dope
Bagging four in my apartment

We fed the streets, I had to flood it
But definitely 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

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 o the world
All my niggas forward when we pull up, skrrt
Light skin with a nice body
Looking like Nia Long
Private head with private pussy
Looking like FlySavion
Rich sex, having rich sex on a nice wheel on
Thing glowing in the mirror looking like an ice cream cone

We fed the streets, I had to flood it
But definitely 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



Credits
Writer(s): Rodrick Moore, Mistey Garcia
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