Текст песни Sauce Money - 3 Strikes soundtrack, слова песни Sauce Money

Текст песни Sauce Money - 3 Strikes soundtrack

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[Sauce Money]MC rhymin.... uhh uhhUhh, uh uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uhMC, MC, M-A-R-C-YUhh, uh..MC rhymin, chart climbinWith the baguettes, Roley shininWe smokin the best trees, I bet some skins on itI got a SE, twenty inch rims on itI got playaz who wanna kill me but love to speak niggacause I got a freak every day of the weekThey just fake friends, they hope the shit ends (fuck you)They see the dough my click spend in the big BenzThey think it`s sweet, now we rock cubans with diamonds in embut if they sleep (what?) hell is where I`ma send emI know it`s beef cause I don`t wanna be rhymin wit emThey wanna act like BITCHES, time to split emWhat 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 spitI got flow doughs hoes and a lot of hitsChorus: Sauce Money (repeat 4X)MC rhymin, chart climbinTogether we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk[Sauce Money]In the trial my niggaz`ll squeeze for the generalMP`s holdin my heat, nigga run wildI dial, executioners, go the extra mileNigga cock that, lose a screw when it pop blackNever provoke toast, niggaz get ghost mostYou couldn`t be my family, we never spoke closeYou spit that "yo" shit, I say "nosotros"Don`t fuck with them dudes, think them niggaz homosI`m talkin the bad bitches, you on some funny shitYou go for broke? I go for gettin money kidI grab your homebase, now she give new honey headTo all you Donnie Brasco`s, I`m Sonny RedI split a weak nigga cheek quick, with one of thoseFuck a physique wrapped tighter than mummy clothesOff looks alone probably get to touch em all lightbut because of the flow, now I fuck em all nightChorus[Sauce Money]You like dough baby? Work hard and you can get thatBut in the meantime, let me hit thatGet you down on all fours, like a Kit-KatI`m tryin to split that, shouldn`ta did thatIn and out with the quickness now what could make the brother stop?Nothin, well maybe if the rubber popAnd even then that might not slow me downI`m bout to go to town, wanna come? Show me nowSingular most MC`s bringin your toastI run roughshod rip rap stars and roastI don`t brag or boast, I only speak in factsAnd if I say you seven days, how weak/week is that?Fatal to niggaz that`s unable to ride wit meYou better decide who side or collide wit meThe very last rapper tragically he died swiftlyYou been warned motherfuckers, now come and get meChorus[Sauce Money]MC..Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk (4X)

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