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joe moses - sprinkle me lyrics

[intro]
lowthegreat

[chorus: joe moses]
sprinkle that motherf-ckin’ sauce when i come through (for real)
we spit game on a b-tch like it’s kung fu
i might f-ck up on your friend but i don’t want you (i don’t want you)
and i’m cold with this pimpin’, what you wan’ do? (jm)
young n-gg-, keep a mac like i’m giggy
made a hundred and fifty thousand on the weekend (no bap)
i been shootin’ all my life, it ain’t no tweetin’ (jm)
and i don’t call n-gg-s my bro if we ain’t eatin’ (for real)

[verse 1: joe moses]
i love the bay like that n-gg- e-feezy
i’m on that detroit sh-t like it was peezy (what up?)
i talk that cocaine sh-t like i was jeezy (yeah)
watch your b-tch, man, that n-gg- mil sleezy
sp-ceship got me feelin’ like buzz lightyear
i drink cristal, lil’ b-tch, this is not beer (for real)
i paid twenty thousand a piece on my ears (for real)
i pay a hundred thousand a month on my peers
i get a bag like i’m straight out of the o (like the o)
the first day i got out, i bought a ghost (no bap)
free that n-gg- yg, let that n-gg- go
free that n-gg- mad moe, sh-t, that’s my bro (free my n-gg-s)
big chain on my neck like an icicle
if i want to lick the p-ssy, b-tch, it might tickle
stop playin’ with my thottin’, b-tch, that’s my lingo
got about 54 b-tches and um, i’m single

[chorus: joe moses]
sprinkle that motherf-ckin’ sauce when i come through (i come through)
we spit game on a b-tch like it’s kung fu (no bap)
i might f-ck up on your friend but i don’t want you (for real)
and i’m cold with this pimpin’, what you wan’ do? (jm)
young n-gg-, keep a mac like i’m giggy
made a hundred and fifty thousand on the weekend
i been shootin’ all my life, it ain’t no tweetin’
and i don’t call n-gg-s my bro if we ain’t eatin’ (for real)

[verse 2: joe moses]
you see that wrist, you see that wrist, you see that wrist, see
black hair, brown skin, she a receiver
fat b-tch, low cut, call her missy
i keep my tags on everything, and my wrist, see
how many b-tches wanna f-ck because i’m on now? (for real)
they think i’m hot like the motherf-ckin’ store now
i got rich off of that cable, where that zoe?
n-gg-, you reach for one of my chains, you a goner (for real)
i’m big wop to them b-tches, and i’m zaddy (i’m zaddy)
i got two hoes in the back, but ain’t no caddy (ain’t no caddy)
no cap with this motherf-ckin’ cappin’ (with this cap)
i keep two motherf-ckin’ nines like warren sapp-in’ (jm)

[chorus: joe moses]
sprinkle that motherf-ckin’ sauce when i come through (sprinkle that sauce)
we spit game on a b-tch like it’s kung fu (for real)
i might f-ck up on your friend but i don’t want you (i don’t want you)
and i’m cold with this pimpin’, what you wan’ do? (jm)
young n-gg-, keep a mac like i’m giggy
made a hundred and fifty thousand on the weekend (for real)
i been shootin’ all my life, it ain’t no tweetin’
and i don’t call n-gg-s my bro if we ain’t eatin’ (jm)

[verse 3: allblack]
up in la really clappin’ sh-t like yasiel puig
eighty bands up, still makin’ these hoes feet bleed
chi-town bulls, curve the bluff ‘fore youngin get you
ayy, jm, tell these n-gg-s ’bout the stompdown p
i hate a punk, fakin’ square who love to shoot in the air
i’ll throw bullets out that f-ckin’ nine like steve mcnair
been too nice, scuff my louies and lost some hair
nineteen von and tre mason, b-tch, i got a pair
sixty toes, rpgo like buzz lightyear
bought my young n-gg- some cleats and get you out of here
ain’t gotta go to the whip, the strap right here
i’ma serve him like lil saint and leave him right there
f-ck a bad, f-ck hoes, i need ten toes
what the f-ck i look like in traffic with no pole?
offset jim got a switch on that glock and gon’ blow
no chain, no watch, b-tch, my mouth is rose gold
don’t want a nurse or a doctor, i need a 304
come with that gfe sh-t, on damon, you gotta go
come with that gfe sh-t, on damon, you gotta go, it’s black

[outro: allblack]
thank you

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