- Sauce Money Intruder Alert 歌词
- Sauce Money
- Yo, who the ****** is this?
It's like 3:30 Yo, get the phone, ****** You get the phone Get the phone You get the phone Get the God-damn phone Alright, damn ****** Who the ****** is this? It's my ****** Deezo, what the ****** is the deal? Huh, huh, know me, keepin' it real Six-double-o, kid, chrome on the wheels I got the same problem, ******, know how you feel On some real *******t, Sauce, I got the kite from Neil Word on the street, hope you're still holdin' your steel ******s talkin' 'bout who cats they gon' bill Just to gain they cut, that's when your name came up Oh, did it? You know some more ******, spit it Cats hate your ass 'cause of your riches and digits You probably know this ****** named Bobby Sister named Ronnie with the two-tone body Cat fueled with Bacardi, throw parties every Friday Fake lady lover, ****** his baby mother Hit it from the back, now I'm a tough act to follow Made her give my man head too and swallow That's neither here nor there, he think somethin' is sweet ****** yeah, we can dump when we meet Win, lose or draw, after that I'm dumpin' my heat Lay him down flat while my music pump in the street He got four with him, some ******s from Baltimore with him I'ma sure hit 'em if he come through that door with him Split your bladder, we spray, mutha******a It don't matter, BK, mutha******a Pay attention to the scheme Sauce mutha******' You know my style Comin' through, bringin' you pain And now you wanna act bold, but hold up Pay attention to the scheme Sauce mutha******' You know my style Comin' through, bringin' you pain But hold up I throw hoes out when it's time to pull .44s out Made two phone calls, bring the pros out Badu, Bonnie, Hydro, no doubt We get nasty like ******s in sandals with the toes out You know Deez is down to click off eights By the way, son, you know that ****** off Gates I think her name Mimi, ****** greedy, give you head easy Fake weave, big ass with the G-3 I know that chick, her real name Hillary Used to be one of my shorties off Willerby There's somethin' right now about how you're grillin' me Don't tell me she ****** with the Bobby ******, son, you're killin' me No bull*******ttin', that's who that ****** be hittin' Let's post in the kitchen when he come, start spittin' Climb through the window, make his body drop degrees ****** breakin' in the crib, ******, I got the keys Pay attention to the scheme Sauce mutha******' You know my style Comin' through, bringin' you pain And now you wanna act bold, but hold up Pay attention to the scheme Sauce mutha******' You know my style Comin' through, bringin' you pain But hold up I got a problem with ******s that talk about stalkin' Souped up talkin', dead men walkin' Too shockin', 'cause I'm rockin', cats wanna be clockin' But ****-blockin', I squeeze often While I'm in this chick crib with both wrists locked in No rhetoric, kid, pistols poppin' Bodies droppin', I'm just dockin' One slug, two slug, ain't no stoppin' Yo, ******, you know the drill, gees up Marcy, where we from ******s, don't freeze up Lovin' the sound of my ****** bustin' the pound When he open that door, don't be ******' around Right about then I heard the doorknob turn My man gettin' wild, almost dropped the burn Bobby opened up the door, it's time to earn Four gats in his grill, you might wanna get concerned Reeno, get that ****** with the bad perm Are you mutha******as ever gonna learn? We all could get, got just not by you And we all could get shot, just not by you But right about now, tell you what I'm gonna do I think I'm gonna go let you warn your crew Out of respect, 'cause I know you that ****** I'm not gonna kill you, yo, Deez, shoot that ****** Pay attention to the scheme Sauce mutha******' You know my style Comin' through, bringin' you pain And now you wanna act bold, but hold up Pay attention to the scheme Sauce mutha******' You know my style Comin' through, bringin' you pain And now you wanna act bold
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