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bandgang javar & bandgang jizzle p – the sauce lyrics

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[intro: bandgang javar]
lil ron on the track, boy
bandgang (bandgang)
don’t forget the big money

[verse 1: bandgang javar]
shoes got a green card, they was made in paris
yo outfit was made in china, you should be embarrassed
boy those clothes ain’t the only thing you sharing
yo b+tch was just f+cking me with her eyes staring
i don’t want a b+tch, i need a driver
b+tch said we chilled tonight, f+ck, she a liar
you got the sauce but it’s expired
i could light the grill with one of these, my sh+t fire
we with all real n+gga’s like a slave auction
the same ones you saw me with on 6 mile walking
f+ck your dentist, i got n+gga’s round this b+tch flossing
you a well known booster, around this b+tch talking
can’t n0body my age f+ck with me, twenty
ran through a thousand hundreds, couple fifties and some twenties
“come on nah” biggs’ll be home in oh twenty
and i’ll be d+mned if he ain’t up ten times twenty

[chorus: bandgang jizzle p]
playing with that sauce, it ain’t a secret
the way a n+gga floss, you know i’m eating
would give you n+gga’s game but it’s a secret
one fifty, made that sh+t in one weekend
no drums, i’ve been a band man, ain’t no secret who the scam man
come shop with your ham ass, f+ck around and get fan+scammed
[verse 2: bandgang jizzle p]
would put you n+gga’s on, but i can’t trust it
and i ain’t swiping out sauce, cause i don’t trust you
f+ck a friend, i’d rather count up with my brother
and move that ++++ out of town with my cousins
yeah, gettin’ them phones by the dozen
every other week a dime, about a dozen
slow n+gga, let me break it down to numbers
they paying thirteen when they fresh up out that oven
big dip, i got a sh+t load of sauce
shout out unk he got some old numbers off
sh+t fire, when i swing, b+tch, it’s cough
one try, baby, ain’t no getting caught

[chorus: bandgang jizzle p]
playing with that sauce, it ain’t a secret
the way a n+gga floss, you know i’m eating
would give you n+gga’s game but it’s a secret
one fifty, made that sh+t in one weekend
no drums, i’ve been a band man, ain’t no secret who the scam man
come shop with your ham ass, f+ck around and get fan+scammed



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