paroles de chanson Sauce - King MAJ

I made the sauce that you drip
(Sauce that drip, oouu, splash)
I think im too sick get the vics
(Go get the vics, uh, hey, woah)
Cant monkey around with you chimps (No)
I feel like meechie with the hits (Yeah)
When im pullin off out in my whip
(SKRT)

Off on the road like a drive by (Yeah)
I peep the lights in the night sky (Huh)
Stay on the green like im popeye
So im out of this world boy im sci-fy
Cant get higher than me boy you might die
I stay leading the team must be kawhi
Got no time for the gangs or the thug signs
All im seeing is blessings through blurred lines

You hear what i say Intellectual
Dig that a young bull professional
Ripple believe it? you skeptical
I think the game unacceptable
Hand em a cap that accessable
I turn your brain to a vegetable
Now ya need help from the medical
Thinkin im violet incredible
Stretch out ya shorty she flexible
Niggas get off of my gentials
Circle so small its a decimal

(Yeah)

Yall ridin' a wave its a tidal
So i body these beats cause im vital
Fire off da head like im michael
I look up to god as my idol
Im puttin' my hand on the bible
Keep on stirrin' the pot in a cycle
King chivo the sauce god disciple

(Oouu, Ha)

They want a taste or sample
Pass me the aux get handful
Think im to sick cause im soup
With these verses no cambell
Lit like a candle
Can not be savin these damzels
They tryin hold me for ransom
But can they handle
Styles of all my greatness cause risken ya life is a gamble

Got damnit!
My nigga these hoes hit me up for attention
Cant put focus on they antennas
That be no dielmma
If you think on my agenda
You smokin that gas of charisma

These woman woman
They be bitchin trippin
All these fuckin niggas need
To mind they business
Keep on saucin' up while im in the kitchen
Makin' hits for livin'
Stay on drippin' drippin'
Keep on makin' chicken
Keep on smashin vixens
Make em swollen children
No more babysittin'
Making poor decisions
But i keep on hittin'
Im always get it
I aint never quitin'

Me an all hittas
We gon' hit the printers
Number one contenders
Cause we born sinners
And we born winners
No more time for twitter
Fuck kiddie litter
Fuck Chatter chitter
Ma i need filter
Damn they need censors
All my lyrics jitter
Buggin off the liqour
Now its gettin' bitter
Blunts gettin' bigger
Pockets gettin thickers
Got two twin sisters
(Like woah)

They goin' noodles no pasta
Cause been knew i done bossed up

(Yeah Yeah)

Wanna get prego they lost it cause they
Be cravin my salsa

(Yeah Yeah)

Wanna come thru to mi casa kick it with me like its soccer
(Yeah Yeah)
Say that we smashed was an honor, lion like you is mufasa
(Yeah Yeah)

I hit you rappers with a rib shot
Had to put em in a headlock
It make ya neck pop
Flair with me give em a leg lock
I hope you gotten yo tec shot
Ball out the sandlot
Had to put em in sandbox
Keep on playin in the man spot
It be ya mans down
While im on stage you fan now
Dont call me up for no handout
You take the stands now

You think elevatin'
Out this dirty nation
With no hesitaion
Ima take you patients
Give you medication
With this pen and paper
Im the captain savior
Of this generations
Know you all been waitin

(Huh)
I been had the sauce (Yeah Yeah)
I been had the sauce (Yeah Yeah)
I been had the sauce (Yeah Yeah)
I been had the sauce (I've been had the sauce)
I been had the sauce (You been had the sauce)
I been had the sauce (I've been had the sauce)
I been had the sauce (El Chivo)