sauce god - amends lyrics
drip is exotic this bih came from france
b+tch is so freaky her hand in my pants
round after round now she wanna dance
i’m moving to fast put them hoes in a trance
she just popped a molly she know i’m the man
geeked up … won’t see her again
won’t say it again
bring me that dope n won’t see it again
you give me that dope
put it in my hands
you won’t see it again
you give me that sack
i’m running no laps
won’t see it again
i do it again
i do it again
i do it again
give me that sack you won’t see it again
i’m in the trap and i get the backends
he look at me wrong then i’m robbing his mens
i don’t f+ck with them boys ian shaking no hands
i won’t say that sh+t twice, i won’t say it again
i ain’t squashing no beef, ian making amends
if i whip out the stick you can bet i won’t miss
you can’t name a young n+gga that’s stepping like this
i’m hot as a b+tch and i’m trynna cool off
you broke as a b+tch and i’m really a boss
f+ck on yo b+tch and i tell her get lost
i really got drip, yeah i really got sauce
my foreign too quiet can’t hear the exhaust
i’m sipping on lean but i don’t got a cough
perc in my body i’m feeling myself
i don’t speak on no n+ggas it’s bad for my health
imma stunt on my ex but i love her to death
i’m off too much gas i almost ran outta breath
gotta gun on the left & a gun on the right
know that b+tch is a freak she gone choke on the pipe
she just popped a xan now she high as a kite
imma kick that hoe out she ain’t spending the night
if she think that i love her she dumb as a b+tch
all these b+tches be leeches they ain’t getting sh+t
give me that sack you won’t see it again
i’m in the trap and i get the backends
he look at me wrong then i’m robbing his mens
i don’t f+ck with them boys ian shaking no hands
i won’t say that sh+t twice, i won’t say it again
i ain’t squashing no beef, ian making amends
if i whip out the stick you can bet i won’t miss
you can’t name a young n+gga that’s stepping like this
they call me big sauce
i got em p+ssed off
i take drugs & go way way up watch me lift off
make yo b+tch quit her job
den slob on my kn+b
she say i am the realest n+gga that she ever met & that’s on god
the birds coming in
the loads the mountains
i got the drip
i’m fresh out the fountain
he can’t hit my blunt
he mad he pouting
i don’t give a f+ck
so what about him
that boy is a joke and this choppa gone clown em
all of my opps missing they never found em
these n+ggas can’t surf on my wave i’m gone drown em
they p+ssy, they quitting, they throw in the towel
give me that sack you won’t see it again
i’m in the trap and i get the backends
he look at me wrong then i’m robbing his mens
i don’t f+ck with them boys ian shaking no hands
i won’t say that sh+t twice, i won’t say it again
i ain’t squashing no beef, ian making amends
if i whip out the stick you can bet i won’t miss
you can’t name a young n+gga that’s stepping like this
i’m hot as a b+tch and i’m trynna cool off
i’m hot as a b+tch and i’m trynna cool off
you broke as a b+tch and i’m really a boss
you broke as a b+tch and i’m really a boss
i’m sipping on lean but i don’t got a cough
i’m sipping on lean but i don’t got a cough
i really got drip, yeah i really got sauce
i really got drip, yeah i really got sauce
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