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z-ro - i got the sauce lyrics

[chorus]
i know they talkin’ sh-t about me but i got the sauce
this rap sh-t, it wouldn’t be nothin’ without me ’cause i got the sauce
i’m too clean, get yo godd-mn hands off me cause i got the sauce
got these b-tches on my d-ck, got these n-ggas tryna be me cause i got the sauce
i know they talkin’ sh-t about me but i got the sauce
this rap sh-t, it wouldn’t be nothin’ without me ’cause i got the sauce
i’m too clean, get yo godd-mn hands off me cause i got the sauce
got these b-tches on my d-ck, got these n-ggas tryna be me cause i got the sauce

[verse 1]
why would i worry ’bout a hater fo?
’cause when i look around me all i see is people like me i don’t ever see haters though
they like ro you done moved out the hood and you doin so good
can you do me a favor? no
white shoes, white shorts, wit’ a sweater wrapped around my neck, you’ll never be my neighbor bro
i’m ten off on da green n-gga
sh-t ain’t always what it seems n-gga
ghetto fellow turned boujhee baby, had to walk away from my own team n-gga
guess they got a nightmare mentality, me, i’m livin’ out my dreams n-gga
you are not poppin
i got stock options
no usin’ a money machine n-gga
homie f-ckin’ wit a n-gga i don’t f-ck wit’, i ain’t got nothin’ to say
but if my my homie f-ckin’ wit’ a n-gga that’s out to get me f-ck both of ya’ll all the way
make my n-ggas kidnap ya people if ya want them hoes back, better have somethin’ to pay
revenge b-tch, even though you didn’t see me seein’ sh-t, i bet you know its comin’ ya way

[verse 2]
i’ll never sw-ng and bang
i am in my own lane
sound like a rapper for i what i’m successful doing my own thang
and it ain’t a b-tch either its a deposit whenever my phone rang
so it ain’t a pistol to protect this bag i need somethin’ that’s gonna go long range
“hey ro, they say you snitchin’,” who said dat? not k!lla kyleon mane
might tell my hittas where stayin’ at but i’ll never tell the coppas yo name
my n-ggas changed on me, so what? let squirrel -ss n-ggas go nuts
9 times out of 10 they would end up hooked on blow but they’ll never blow up
stop sayin’ ya’ll solid and stop sayin’ all ya’ll real, ya’ll know i know the truth
i’m the jay-z of my city, yo man, three percenter, that n-gga we don’t even notice you
i ain’t made at you for hatin’, you a hater so i guess you doin’ what ya ‘sposed to do
e-even though i’m 97,000 miles away from you, i can get close to you (vandross)

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