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sauce walka - seasoning lyrics

[intro]:
say man, i got this flavour man
you know what i’m talking about
everybody ain’t got them herbs, them minerals and spices
you know what i’m saying?
everybody ain’t got what it takes to make the thousand dollar plate

[hook]:
hey!
i got that seasoning
i got that seasoning
i got that seasoning
i got that seasoning
you ain’t got ingredients n-gg-
your diamonds ain’t blinking my n-gg-
she ain’t puerto rican my n-gg-
the f-ck was you thinking my n-gg-?

i got that seasoning
i got that seasoning
i got that seasoning
i got ingredients
you ain’t got ingredients n-gg-
your diamonds ain’t blinking my n-gg-
she ain’t puerto rican my n-gg-
the f-ck was you thinking my n-gg-?

[verse 1]:
but i want bud in the kitchen
but i want bud by the stove
i got that tony [?]
buddy snitched up and had a baby by a bad-ss ho
but i invented this drippin’
since we were twelve we were pimpin’
riding with choppers on christmas
[?] and b-tches
sippin’ [?]
world’s going, i’mma too
you a [?] to win a bruise
i done made it to the news
lovin’ myself when i started dreamin’
buying these clothes and finessing women
buying these cars to impress these women
malnourishment was the h-ll for me
had to break it for a [?]
never thought that she’d pay a visit to the [?]
i gave her something she could lie on
i gave her something she could stand on
future foundation cause my plan’s strong
how you have a house with fine women when a man break a hundred bands on

[hook]

[verse 2]:
boy i got all of the skills
all of my diamonds is real
[?]
i done lost n-gg-s for real
i just done seen so many things
never forget the day my face was touching the steel
family faking, they was hating my dreams
now i gave them clothes [?] and a meal
gave these flavours out to all of my peers
you boys should be grateful for that
who taught you to swim with a splash?
who got you three b-tches like that?
who taught you to ask for the cash?
turn a chicken dinner to a winner
now i’m under shade in the winter
just layin’ chains in a chinchilla
saucin’ knowledge and it ain’t simple
all my b-tches got pretty nipples
curly hair like shirley temple
and it’s paying like oprah winfrey
mac 9, it seems like a [?]
if you ever like the like the sauce boy
and a n-gg- with [?]
boy you’re salty just like lucas

[hook]

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