Текст песни Sauce Money f Jay-Z - Middle Finger U
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Intro: 2000, and it goes like. (Uh Huh, yeah yeah)Chorus: This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wanna do Talk all night, are we gonna screw? I`m talking `bout me and youVerse One: Sauce MoneyI like to push up on chicks like it`s the last recordtake `em to the telly get buck passed nakedLet `em feel the power, lick `em if it don`t taste sourhit `em in the shower for an hourGive `em that feeling, Sauce Money for real andlet her get on top if there`s mirrors on the ceilingHit her so right that she wanna throw ricemy device makes her say "Damn, that nigga`s nice!"Know I got wifey lay my cards when I pivotpass your seven digits if you`re with itSauce wanna give you the option for the boot knockin`nine times outta ten it`s on and poppin`Ain`t no stopping victory`s in the airbring a friend next time let`s do it againBring your whole crew if you see through meand we can meet on the BQEAnd it goes likeChorus (2X)Verse Two: Sauce Money, Jay-ZSauce Money:Had this bitch bragging, Sauce had his tongue between my thighs lally-gaggin;huh, could you imagineShaking your tail just like a dragon here comes my worse flamein the morning Hot 97 the first thing(Deny it) Hell yeah y`all don`t buy itI don`t eat no kind of fish if you can`t fry itBut who knows maybe one day I`ll try itbut for now slow down too much lip is killin` your dietJay-Z:Can I get it what - Get it wetwhen he hit it first can I get it next, shit you the bestIt ain`t wack to be with both of us, mami actuallyI`m Eddie Kane Jr., that nigga me!You want me to feel what he feel when it`s tightand I know, he don`t be doing it rightBut it gets no liver than this, never lie on our dicksshit, we got nigga`s rides on our wristsPlay your cards right you`ll be driving the 6shopping all day hoppin` out in the Dist.Popping the Crist., shit hoppin` outta your wristpopping your shit, New York`s hottest bitch>From the ghetto to the Stilletto`sbut you gotta do it two times like an echo, y`all feelin` thatThis is how we run it down the linenigga Sauce goes first Jigga next to rhymeChorus (2X)Verse Three: Jay-Z, Sauce MoneyJay-ZI see you got a lot to get off your chestcoat, blouse, bra-don`t talk me to deathLike murder`s on your mind mami, off the dressJigga ran game `til I lost my breathSauce MoneyLast thing I need to know is what it costs for sexwhat you need to know is if I lost respectDon`t have to worry if you do Sauce correctI`ma bless that, bring my whole crew through, don`t even sweat thatJay-Z: Uh, dime pieces I`m hittin`Sauce Money: Four in the morning Frosted Flakes in your kitchenJay-Z: Now you want me to start trickin` I supposeSauce Money: That`s when the first Face Off kicks in-"We don`t love these hoes!"Chorus (2X)