Young Sachi – Young Sachi Lyrics


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[Verse 1: Young Sachi]
Pourin' five in my five alive
It's a eighty-four, I'mma go for a dive
Now I'm dry as fuck, but I'm wet in Sachi
Fuck TSA, my PJ got me
30k high on a bed in the sky
I'm pretty damn fly for a little white guy
But I, never sleep, so my eyes is black
And I'm G as fuck, no disguising that

Yeah, all the ho's callin' me Papi
Iced out like Liberache
The police tryna lock me
Yeah, motherfucking Young Sachi
Woah, motherfucking Young Sachi
Yeah, motherfucking Young Sachi
Woah, motherfucking Young Sachi

[Verse 2: Young Sachi]
A hooker got my money, a hooker get slapped
No you can't frisk me, I roll in the club strapped
Now clap that ass, like you in an arena
I'mma slap it hard, like my name John Cena
I don't know you, but here's my hotel key
So ho tell another ho, then we got three
Early morning, boning and breakfast
Diamonds on her ears to match the pearl necklace



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