Sauce Walka, Maino - From a City lyrics

Sauce Walka [Albert Walker Mondane]

[Sauce Walka, Maino - From a City lyrics]

Oowee

Rolling up, top shelf
But my grandma in her deathbed
Taking her last breath

Why does life always feed us
Raw like a bad chef?
Why the game always play us
Dirty like a bad ref?
Why do snitches still think they can
Live like they past self?
Nigga, that shit over with, dead dog
Doberman bitches fucking with poison in they
Body just like cobra spit
Niggas be so thirsty they drink
Venom from a cobra bitch
Being test fire shooting from they dick
Now he looking for a doctor
Making noises like Chewbacca

Interpretation for


Add Interpretation

Add extended interpretation

If you know what the artist is talking about, can read between the lines, and know the history of the song, you can add interpretation to the lyrics. After checking by our editors, we will add it as the official interpretation of the song!

Latest added interpretations to lyrics

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Interpret