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Sauce Money

Chart Climbin

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Текст песни Sauce Money - Chart Climbin

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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 its sweet, now we rock cubans with diamonds in emBut if they sleep (what? ) hell is where ima send emI know its beef cause I dont 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 niggazll squeeze for the generalMps 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 couldnt be my family, we never spoke closeYou spit that "yo" shit, I say "nosotros"Dont fuck with them dudes, think them niggaz homosIm 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 brascos, Im 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-katIm tryin to split that, shouldnta 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 downIm bout to go to town, wanna come? show me nowSingular most mcs bringin your toastI run roughshod rip rap stars and roastI dont brag or boast, I only speak in factsAnd if I say you seven days, how weak/week is that? Fatal to niggaz thats 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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