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bandhunta izzy - i got the sauce lyrics

[intro]
(d dae)
i got the sauce n-gga
i got the sauce n-gga
bandhunta sh-t man, dumb -ss n-gga man
been doin’ this sh-t man
(izzy makes this)

[chorus]
gettin’ the bands, spend it like nothin’
you don’t be drippin’, boy you be bluffin’
just hit a l1ck, i turned nothin’ to somethin”
she throwin’ it at me but girl i don’t want it
people keep askin’, who got the drip
cookin’ the sauce, i was workin’ my wrist
tell ’em stop askin’, you know i be drippin’
cookin’ the sauce like i work in the kitchen

[hook]
who got the sauce, n-gga i got the sauce
who got the sauce, n-gga i got the sauce
who got the sauce, n-gga i got the sauce
drippin’ on n-ggas watch out, swear to god
’cause i got the sauce
i got the sauce (uh)
i got the sauce
’cause i got the sauce (uh)
i got the sauce
i got the sauce

[verse 1]
i got the sauce n-gga, from workin’ my wrist (uh)
i be workin’ my wrist (skrt skrt skrt)
watch where you step
if you step where i was, watch the flood ’cause i drip
(i’m drippin’, i’m drippin’)
shorty keep callin’ my phone over nothin’
she bouta get snipped (she bouta get cut)
nah we ain’t beefin’ for hoes that ain’t real
tell that boy get a grip
boy we ain’t beefin for nothin’
but mention my name and them people is comin’
pull on yah block with them heaters in double
might roll down the tint and then people is comin’
but back to the top, it bandhunta
we bouta take off like a rocket designer
ain’t nothin’, you know that i got it
walk in the mall, if i want it i cop it (uh uh)
so ask ’em like this (ask ’em like this)
who got the drip ’cause i’m drippin’
(you know that i’m drippin’)
throw me some work, man i go to the kitchen
and watch how i flip ’em (i flip ’em, i flip ’em)
i call up my youngin’ but i don’t say nothin’
he know it’s a mission (he bouta go get ’em)
i send ’em a picture, a driver location
that boy ain’t to missin’ (my shorties gon’ hit ’em)
i’m drippin’ designer, drippin’ designer, drippin’ designer
(you know that i got it)
walk in the club and i kidnap yah b-tch
now you can’t find her (where did she go)
but now i don’t want it so why would i bust in it
boy you can have her (uh you can have her)
he say he wan’t beef, put the 9 to his head
pull the trigger and splatter

[verse 2]
we be draggin’ harder than the rest of the n-ggas
and chef on the pot with the recipe n-gga
don’t pour no one so the feedback is gone
and i need clientele so i’m bustin’ these n-ggas
drag over west, i’ma drag over east
it don’t matter, i’m even gon’ drag overseas
i’ma drag out in public, i drag in the streets
if the [?] my n-ggas and drag on the beats
sad n-gga, certified
blood on my hands, murder on my mind
name ringin’, i’m on my sh-t
everywhere that i go, i be strapped with that 9
let me squeeze if i tap it, go blat, he die
hit the gas, hit the trap, then i’m back on my grind
ugly b-tch tryna talk, get the f-ck off my line
if you ain’t f-ckin’ lil’ b-tch, then you wastin’ my time
ran through a check like it’s nothin’ but f-ck it
i’m livin’ this life and lil’ n-gga i love it
give me a gun like a pimple, i bust it
tell rappers like [?] told n-ggas to cut it
[?] i doubt she’d want it
she guns light the trash, when it’s time i’ma dump it
that b-tch in my hand, i’ma blow like a trumpet
it’s your boy in the back and there’s c-m on his stomach

- bandhunta izzy lyrics

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