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ma$taamynd - sauce lyrics

got the sauce; you know a n+gga got the sauce
got the sauce; you know a n+gga copped the sauce
got the sauce; you know a n+gga got wit sauce

catch ya boy out here; really dippin’ wit the sauce
got the tony; n+ggas never catch me slippin’ wit the sauce
got these bad b+tches; really trippin ’bout the sauce
never leave the house unless a n+gga got dat
sauce
sauce
sauce
n+gga got dat
sauce
sauce
sauce
n+gga i got dat sauce
catch ya boy out here really drippin’ wit the sauce
never leave the house unless a n+gga got dat sauce

catch me in the city whicho down ass
blowin’ loud; where the f+ck you get yo’ sound at?
circus circus; where the f+ck you wanna clown at?
you say you said you the “king?”
well where the f+ck you got yo’ crown at?
(whoo!)
we eatin; lobster soliel and pesto
get that rigitoni; spray you bertolli, ragu, and prego,
ma$taamynd going ham; like i’m eatin’ on pata negra
and for dem n+ggas steady hatin’ say f+ck em; ‘hasta luego.’
that’s dat sauce!
moving, we never announce
buyin’ and breakin an ounce
we never flounce; multiple different accounts;
splurgin’ in different amounts
we got dat bounce; b+tch!
now even cougars wanna pounce and sh+t.
break em off got these hoes already, renouncin’ sh+t
that’s a vibe; i do it well and do it right
iced; rolley on my wrist just to the tell the time
we on the map; “google me chuck” you n+ggas lookin’ lost
catch ya boy out here really drippin’ with the

sauce
sauce
sauce
n+gga got dat
sauce
sauce
sauce
n+gga got the sauce
catch ya boy out here really drippin’ wit the sauce
never leave the house unless a n+gga got dat sauce

i had this: bad lil groupie, she savage ruthless, and bad and boogie
and had that booty; i couldn’t blame her; she had to do me.
i bagged the coochie, now she fast to pursue me
bet she ain’t know i got the sauce
i’m up in the kitchen like ratattouie!!
you n+ggas need to getcha weight up
straight up, no prearrangement boy, we got the status
now chicken wanna taste like they gotta plate up
we smokin’ spinache, steady drippin’ wit parmesan like pasta alfredo
a n+gga do this sh+t
the way i’m k!llin’ rappers
you’d think these dudes would be used to this
ma$taamynd’s estudious
sopshistated, and scrupulous
and if you heard word of mouf; you know a n+gga get ludicrous
i got the crew and we mobbin’ like we on the sopranos
and got the tony for haters; i ain’t talkin’ romano
we run this town, like rihanna featured;
don’t matter what it costs
catch ya boy out here steady drippin’ wit the

sauce
sauce
sauce
n+gga got dat
sauce
sauce
sauce
n+gga got the sauce
catch ya boy out here really drippin’ wit the sauce
never leave the house unless a n+gga got the sauce

- mataamynd lyrics

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