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ink jay - sauced up lyrics

sauce up b-tch (x6)
i might f-ck yo b-tch(x6)
johnny dang on my wrist it cost a grip
20 on my chain 30 on my hip
pull on yo momma bustin on her lip
yea i’m saucy n-gga diving in that dip
yea we trend settas
yea we seein betta
pull wit yo b-tch on my lap in the double decker
turn her on like lights
look at all my ice
pourin up got that lean wit a little sprite
ballin on these hoes like it’s f-ckin sp-ce jam
rocks in my chain lookin like a cave man
got yo b-tch face lookin like a glazed ham
ballin on these n-ggas like shaq in shazam

aye
cooling in bahamas
with yo f-ckin mama
sleepin on these hoes like they a pair of pajamas
you n-ggas is snakes
you b-tches is fakes
i see that u hate
i count up this cake

you seein these stacks lil n-gga
i’m thumpin through racks lil n-gga
i only spit facts lil n-gga
you know i hit blacks lil n-gga

yea i’m sauced up
yea i’m bossed up
jesus on my neck yea i’m crossed up

wrist is ice
neck is ice
whip got me rollin like up like a pair of dice
hittin woods got that green wit a little spice
loud got my eyes asian need to make some rice
i might f-ck yo grandma
n-gga check yo gramma
hit yo wit the slamma
n-gga i’m a f-ckin scamma

make a n-gga spin
pull up in the benz
coutin up bands not just a couple tens
sauce up b-tch(x6)
i might f-ck yo b-tch (x4)
sauce up b-tch

- ink jay lyrics

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