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young harvey & imb fedex - welcome to sauceorleans lyrics

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sauce orleans we can party up on bourbon street
i’m from a city where them k!llers and them jackers be
them choppers have a n+gga running like a track meet
where the hoes sell p+ssy on 4th street

wanna go to war n+gga get your money up
these naggers tripping in my city they don’t give a f+ck
i’m tryna get up out the hood f+ck a bentley truck
i had to sign to myself to get some bigger bucks

since we started sauce orleans sh+t got real
i got some naggers on my line they ready to k!ll
touch my b+tch on her p+ssy and ask her how it feels
and tell her throw it back and tell me baby it’s real

when you touch on me baby you give the boy the chills
i’m a imb n+gga getting to the mills
since i’m a certified boss now i pay the bills
they say it cost to be the boss you know what it is

we getting money n+gga f+ck how you feel
imb sauce orleans n+gga we the new deal
we got them hundreds in our pocket and its all blue bills
we got them rockets and our pocket so lil homie be chill

fill a wood up with sticky so we all get pilt
i be in my own lane can you catch my drift
call me a doctor i prescribed the script
pass my brother a play then i got an assist
i want some big booty b+tches for my birthday wish
i want lobster and steak for my birthday dish
sauce orleans motherf+cker op boys on french
rob a n+gga on christmas now you just met the grinch

(you know sauce orleans motherf+cker
welcome to sauce orleans the new orleans you understand me
so i gotta pass the torch to fedex you understand me imb)

ain’t doing no tricking so hoe stop asking
ain’t sold a record on block but went platinum
westside b+tch suck me up like a vacuum
laws on my ass so we switched the way we trapping

pull up to the gas station neighborhood superstar
fifty on my neck and i’m bout to get another car
she in love with the drip she gone let me hit it raw
ain’t no snitching in my city n0body said what they saw

said i dug her out im a blame it on them bars
they say we quarantine i just counted ten large
gas stupid loud b+tch thought it was fart
let out the whole thirty i done went to far

bag mcm my lil girls rocking gucci
long clips and choppers b+tch i’m feeling boosie
posted on the block one dollar for a lusie
imb winning check the stats b+tch you losing
draped in designer i don’t care if it match
posted by the snitch but i heard you a rat
supply getting low out of towners getting taxed
houston we got a problem pulling up with no mask

at the saints game got a four in flask
two b+tches with me one white one black
racks hold me down i even tryna sag
interstate money boys so you know we get the bag

ima pull up and you know i got that yeah
and ima pull up with that yeah with that yeah
five bands in ones b+tch you gotta shake that ass
and shawty shaking sauce so you know she keeping cash

- young harvey imb fedex lyrics

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