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sancho saucy - on sauce lyrics

[intro/hook]
i send a n+gga to the heaven gates
get a n+gga picked off if he in the way
i done sold brick houses, no real estate
tell my brothers catch a body, up the murder rate
it was first the maybach, now i’m in the wraith
don’t forget before that i was in the bentley
that was 5 years ago, still independent
it’s going on 6, still countin’ millions
on sauce
lotta bad b+tches at the house
on sauce
thirty floors up at the office
on sauce
every time a n+gga trip we got еm off’d
on sauce
uh uh uh huh
on sauceee, ooowee
on sauce

[sauce walka verse]
got lil buddy done, that’s anothеr one
glazed like a honey bun, shots from the tommy gun
first it was a maybach, now a don
n+gga i’ma chess guy, an not a p+wn
n+gga you a whole witch, with a wand
walkin wit a switch, boy where your thumb
walkin wit a hoes girl purse on your arm
your watch? it’s a bum
you heard the beat, you heard the snare
+tsst tsst tsst+ something fake in there
+tsst tsst tsst+ i don’t see a glare
wearin fake diamonds tryna be a millionaire
put your b+tch in timeout, but she ain’t see a chair
showed your b+tch that i’s in shape, she didn’t see a square
sauce twinz, rolls+royce’s have you seen a pair?
my opps dying off guard, we ain’t playin fair
[build up]
on sauce, ooowee(x2)

[hook]
i send a n+gga to the heaven gates
get a n+gga picked off if he in the way
i done sold brick houses, no real estate
tell my brothers catch a body, up the murder rate
it was first the maybach, now i’m in the wraith
don’t forget before that i was in the bentley
that was 5 years ago, still independent
it’s going on 6, still countin’ millions
on sauce

lotta bad b+tches at the house
on sauce
thirty floors up at the office
on sauce
every time a n+gga trip we got em off’d
on sauce
uh uh uh huh

on sauceee, ooowee
on sauce

[sancho saucy verse]
i done shot the chopper wit my own hands
i done threw titties on a stick that’s a pole dance
big sanchy ain’t wit the romance
b+tch, i’m pimp better get wit da program
right wrist, whole brick, frozen
100 cash, no stash, drop top brougham
big sanchy p, i’m the chosen
i still run to the money wit no legs
lil rapper, i dare you try an start a lil static
but the boy ain’t got any bands, he got no bread
when he try they gon’ play a lotta slow jams
bullet in his head, make a boy out of grown man
hitman sum, give a toe tag
4 5 to his stomach came wit a sh+t bag
make a big n+gga skinny, that’s slim fast
choppa wit a drum on a n+gga dats a gym class

[build up]
on sauce, ooowee(x2)

lotta bad b+tches at the house
on sauce
thirty floors up at the office
on sauce
every time a n+gga trip we got em off’d
on sauce
uh uh uh huh
on sauceee, ooowee
on sauce

- sancho saucy lyrics

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