ca$hboy cj – sauce lyrics
[verse 1: ca$hboy cj]
walking round with the sauce, call me two times yeah the boss
people ask me what’s the cost, i f-ck around tell the get lost
when he call me dummy you thought it was funny but yet, you still asking for money
i’m counting the cake i make no mistake, i swear it’s okay
i wake up get cake, a regular day, i swear i’mma pray
i stay with the girls, i’m buying them pearls, don’t get no referrals
i’mma throw me a bash, i do it in fast, and then i’mma dash (x2)
[chorus: xdine’ro]
do you know how we roll, ain’t talking swishers though, f-ck with my crew are you feeling that?
don’t get too hype with me, i got a pimp degree, i got the sauce are you feeling that?
(j4ydizz1e: i got the sauce are you feeling that?)
gucci backpack and a letterman jacket boy i got the sauce ain’t can’t n-body have it, i feel like a king, king of pop
michael jackson, boy i got the sauce and can’t n-body sn-tch it
[verse 2: j4ydizz1e]
mortals, i’m feeling immortal these n-gg-s they all know they’re fearing me
that’s why they never want rapping beef, cause i come like a chef and start cooking heat
you’re the basic one in the phrase basic n-gg-s, i keep counting my guala i’m making figures
know some b-tches that blow me like basic kisses, i’m just doing me that’s known as bank and b-tches
(zendaya: oh wait did you guys hear that)
j4ydizz1e hoe i got it, aye
all you n-gg-s out of pocket, aye
i go gnarly in the moshpit never lacking if i will i’ll have to c-ck it, aye
who’s ever holding up the crown, tell that n-gg- now, i’m the best replacement, aye
i go harder than a b-tch my n-gg- you and your team goes soft as a blanket, aye
j4ydizz1e i’m amazing, got your hoe blessing down like she was praising, me
f-ck the pigs but you don’t hate them if it’s me i’ll cook these n-gg-s like some bacon, wait
i’m the best up in my nation, hoes they wanna test me, i ain’t giving grading’s, aye
jump and switch like i’m a blade and if this was reverse then i’m reflecting satan, aye
[chorus: xdine’ro]
do you know how we roll, ain’t talking swishers though, f-ck with my crew are you feeling that?
don’t get too hype with me, i got a pimp degree, i got the sauce are you feeling that?
(j4ydizz1e: i got the sauce are you feeling that?)
gucci backpack and a letterman jacket boy i got the sauce ain’t can’t n-body have it, i feel like a king, king of pop
michael jackson, boy i got the sauce and can’t n-body sn-tch it
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