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italian vanilla - sauce chasers lyrics

sauce on my tip
glocks i done gripped
cops on my 6
cruising with the foreign
and the hollow tips
glizzy blow good
hit her with the wood

talking bout if i should
b-tch, i would
talking bout if i should
b-tch, i would
talking bout if i should
b-tch, i would
talking bout if i should
b-tch, i would
talking bout if i should
out of pocket
pocket rocket
blow you up
turn you into smithereens
with these beans
stacking green
don’t try to play me
don’t play no games boy
or you just might get
played like a gameboy

catch me mobbin with that laser
hit you with my phaser
you a f-cking geezer
look like ebenezer
feeling like i’m caesar
sauce i done spilt
pasta makes me built
your hairline on a 90 degree tilt
feeling no guilt
pills for depression
elated with my smith and weston
not no take out
chopsticks to take you out
dummies out here backed out
of their minds
and people doing lines
while my brothers are confined
locked up and no key
maybe one day that’ll be me

- italian vanilla lyrics

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