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ben alpha – sauce lyrics

[intro]

y-y-young boy
steak and fettuccine for my appetizer
old kicks
had to drop a figure just to f-cking buy ’em
new b-tch
had to ask my old one if she could retire
good guess
i can’t even smoke it if it isn’t fire

[verse 1]

b-tch, i get it, how i f-cking live it
stacking on my riches, f-cking on these b-tches
b-tch i’m winning, counting all my dividends
yes, i get it in, livin’ f-ckin’ lit!
rollin’ up a blunt, chilling with your b-tch like what’s good
loud pack to the face got me stinkin’ like a skunk
smoke it down, roll another up
straight g-ssed off the fat blunts
think i give a d-mn? i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t f-ck with these hoes, they some groupies
send the addie out like a f-cking movie
all these f-cking drugs got me acting loopy
can’t f-ck any b-tch cause i’m f-cking choosy
i’m shinin’ hard like a f-cking ruby
yea, belt gucci, denim f-cking soupy
i don’t play games, so don’t waste my time
b-tch i take names, all you rappers lyin’
gotta keep it real, dropping f-cking dimes
balling no coach, rap for my slimes
die for my bros, don’t trust no hoe
got the crazy flow
you already know
b-tch, i’m f-cking done
f-cking done, wubba dub

ayy man, ayy man, gawd dam, what’s up, wuss ^

[chorus]

i just be saucin’ on you
i just be saucin’ on everybody
roll in the whip, pull up right in the audi
f-ck any b-tches, you know that i’m ’bout it
i just be saucin’ on you
i just be saucin’ on everybody
roll in the whip, pull up right in the audi
i just be saucin’ on everybody

[bridge]

i just be saucin’ on everyone man you feel me?
shit it’s f-ckin’ 2k16
f-cking homecoming
no exceptions for these motherf-ckers
if you in my way you getting sauced on that’s just how it is
dishka dis how i do it. its homecoming

[verse 2]

i been on some shit, miss my old ways
miss the old days
shouldna kaka-kaka
you is so g-y
no way, keep the flow smooth like it’s yoplait
don’t hate
i watcha-sah, need the whole thang
ok go craze, run the score up like i’m kobe
don’t play. chillin’ at the crib sippin’ rozay
got your girlfriend, she can’t even take the whole thang
so lame. no game
this is my life. f-ckin these hoes, don’t let it cause no strife
i don’t hit it unless the pussy is so f-ckin’ tight
i got my shit on lock, i don’t need your advice
ballin’ on these b-tches hit the game winner twice
you cannot tell me what is wrong or right
blunt after blunt all f-ckin’ night
spark up the light and ignite
get it don’t come in that’s your f-ckin’ flight
uh, b-tch i am off i am gone
rollin’ and rollin’ and rollin’ in strong
puffin’ this load it’s a fire -ss joint
neecha ah eecha a jih sasa islam
b-tch i go in i go in i go in
stack all my sins up and then i repent
b-tch i go in i go in i go in
stack all my sins up and then i repent

[chorus x2]

- ben alpha lyrics

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