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This 303 Video (MV)




Performed By: Sauce K
Language: English
Length: 2:06
Written by: Devin Arnold




Sauce K - This 303 Lyrics
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This aint no 1017
This 303 (Ayye Yuh)
This aint no 1017
This 303 (ayye)
This aint no 1017 (ayye)
This aint no 1017 (ayye yuh)
Life tough but i can't fold, no
Old homies turned to foes
Tryna get it with my bros
Hustle sold separate, oh
Everything that shine ain't gold
Keep the heat cuz the world so... cold
Get money that's all we know
People counting on me so i can't go broke
Gotta get it for momma, for bruddah.
My niggas, my baby my sisters and cousins
When they cup empty I'm pouring another
I'm humble we all gon be here for each other
I did shit i can't say on the record,
I know I'm the one i ain't coming in second
I know I'm truth when i tell it they threatened
I can't have it all, moving on is the lesson
718 to the 909, 303 I'm shooting like COD
They moving slow, they really still be on lean
Was in the red now all this damn green on me
I'm rolling in it, me and the block so codependent,
I ain't never turned slime on a codefendant
I got no remorse, ain't no regrets and ain't no repenting
This aint no 1017
This 303 (This 303)
This aint no 1017
This 303 (This 303)
This aint no 1017
This 303 (This 303)
This aint no 1017
This aint no 1017
This aint no 1017
This 303
Mof*ckas dissing on me
We in the trenches too deep (what?)
All of my brothers be hustling
We work in our sleep
I paint a Picasso with DNA
Everyone watching like we at the VMA's
Kings of the city
Its Sauce and its DNA
Im running these streets
Cuz I'm still walking anyway
Im Counting this money you see that im flippin
Got Blue on my fingers you would think that im crippin
Every time I drop my name's getting mentioned
These Haters be mad cuz they know I move different
On My way to the top yeah this the beginning
There's really no reason for me stop winning
Im keeping it real to the ones who been with me
Cuz they held it down and never went distant
F*ck all these haters (F*ck all these haters)
They fillin with doubt (They fillin with doubt)
We grew in the city (we grew in the city)
What's that all about (what's that all about)
Im working this game (I'm working this game)
And Im running these routes (and I'm running these routes)
It's a race to the top (It's a race to the top
It's my only way out (it's my only way out)
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English

This aint no 1017
This 303 (Ayye Yuh)
This aint no 1017
This 303 (ayye)
This aint no 1017 (ayye)
This aint no 1017 (ayye yuh)
Life tough but i can't fold, no
Old homies turned to foes
Tryna get it with my bros
Hustle sold separate, oh
Everything that shine ain't gold
Keep the heat cuz the world so... cold
Get money that's all we know
People counting on me so i can't go broke
Gotta get it for momma, for bruddah.
My niggas, my baby my sisters and cousins
When they cup empty I'm pouring another
I'm humble we all gon be here for each other
I did shit i can't say on the record,
I know I'm the one i ain't coming in second
I know I'm truth when i tell it they threatened
I can't have it all, moving on is the lesson
718 to the 909, 303 I'm shooting like COD
They moving slow, they really still be on lean
Was in the red now all this damn green on me
I'm rolling in it, me and the block so codependent,
I ain't never turned slime on a codefendant
I got no remorse, ain't no regrets and ain't no repenting
This aint no 1017
This 303 (This 303)
This aint no 1017
This 303 (This 303)
This aint no 1017
This 303 (This 303)
This aint no 1017
This aint no 1017
This aint no 1017
This 303
Mof*ckas dissing on me
We in the trenches too deep (what?)
All of my brothers be hustling
We work in our sleep
I paint a Picasso with DNA
Everyone watching like we at the VMA's
Kings of the city
Its Sauce and its DNA
Im running these streets
Cuz I'm still walking anyway
Im Counting this money you see that im flippin
Got Blue on my fingers you would think that im crippin
Every time I drop my name's getting mentioned
These Haters be mad cuz they know I move different
On My way to the top yeah this the beginning
There's really no reason for me stop winning
Im keeping it real to the ones who been with me
Cuz they held it down and never went distant
F*ck all these haters (F*ck all these haters)
They fillin with doubt (They fillin with doubt)
We grew in the city (we grew in the city)
What's that all about (what's that all about)
Im working this game (I'm working this game)
And Im running these routes (and I'm running these routes)
It's a race to the top (It's a race to the top
It's my only way out (it's my only way out)
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Writer: Devin Arnold
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