- Sauce Money Chart Climbin' 歌詞
- Sauce Money
- MC rhymin..
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MC, MC, M-A-R-C-Y
Uhh, uh..
MC rhymin, chart climbin
With the baguettes, Roley shinin
We smokin the best trees, I bet some skins on it
I got a SE, twenty inch rims on it
I got playaz who wanna kill me but love to speak *****
Cause I got a freak every day of the week
They just fake friends, they hope the **** ends (**** you)
They see the dough my click spend in the big Benz
They think its sweet, now we rock cubans with diamonds in em
But if they sleep (what?) hell is where Ima send em
I know its beef cause I dont wanna be rhymin wit em
They wanna act like *****ES, time to split em
What the deal Ma? Heard I was boss ha?
On the real, wanna hear it from the Sauce ha?
You like the way I do it? I just gotta spit
I got flow doughs hoes and a lot of hits
[Chorus x4: Sauce Money]
MC rhymin , chart climbin
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk
[Sauce Money]
In the trial my ******ll squeeze for the general
MPs holdin my heat, ***** run wild
I dial, executioners, go the extra mile
***** cock that, lose a screw when it pop black
Never provoke toast, ****** get ghost most
You couldnt be my family, we never spoke close
You spit that 'yo' ****, I say 'nosotros'
Dont **** with them dudes, think them * ***** homos
Im talkin the bad *****es, you on some funny ****
You go for broke? I go for gettin money kid
I grab your homebase, now she give new honey head
To all youDonnie Brascos, Im Sonny Red
I split a weak ***** cheek quick, with one of those
**** a physique wrapped tighter than mummy clothes
Off looks alone probably get to touch em all light
But because of the flow, now I **** em all night
[Chorus]
[Sauce Money]
You like dough baby? Work hard and you can get that
But in the meantime, let me hit that
Get you down on all fours, like a Kit-Kat
Im tryin to split that, shouldnta did that
In and out with the quickness now what could make the brother stop?
Nothin, well maybe if the rubber pop
And even then that might not slow me down
Im bout to go to town, wanna come? Show me now
Singular most MCs bringin your toast
I run roughshod rip rap stars and roast
I dont brag or boast, I only speak in facts
And if I say you seven days, how weak/week is that?
Fatal to ****** thats unable to ride wit me
You better decide who side or collide wit me
The very last rapper tragically he died swiftly
You been warned ********* ***s, now come and get me
[Chorus]
[Sauce Money]
MC..
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk [x4]
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