paroles de chanson Airplane Mode - Sauce Kid

What up what up, its d kid sauce
African ambassador of rap music
A.k.A oluwa saucekid baba
A.k.A baba lo LA baba otioti kpada
Haaha
Its ya boy mehn chilling d night house bringing the house down
Eh.awole.awole go seef awole.
Shout out to night house family family
Its yeah
Its ya boy oluwa saucekid baba listen
Ejerkati mobotta
M about to go and push em in ah gutter coz m from oba
Baba lo LA.baba timkpada sooba
Owor odogba
Listen.
We makin it rain, throwin out em cash
If you hatin on d swagg, daddy blow it out your ass
Niggas bake bread am d icein on d cake
If u try to take ma bread I put a slice in your face
N leave you wit a scar like mike Tyson on d face
My delivery is so righteous.m like T.B Jakes
Cos I'll be speakin the truth while they concealin the truth
But they can see from the proof there's no vacancies in ma poof
Coz I go to work, go bezerk
If you scared go to church, tell em fake rapper niggas church
Good head on ma shoulders, neck jerk, shoulders hurt
I be duin ma shoulder Linn in, show em where ma shoulder hurt
Am here wit the business mehn, I don't need to know the clock
Its sauce the borscht, I don't need to know the work
Steady gettin caught up wit em gramms in ma hands
I figured am duin better wit the pen in my hand
How yhu gonna abandon a man wen his abandon is in demand
Wit a couple hundred thousand fans in the stand
Am the African ambassador, my fans understand, so we be workin together like hand in hand
If you grillin sauce, you know I got beef and am a barbecue.
Put a part on your head with a blade just like the barber
M on piont, I was on point about the streets, you missin a point and that's why you disappoint the street
But I'll neva disappoint the beat, as soon as you point to the beat, I turn that beat into ah joint and make it a joint for the street
Hmm, am on airplane mode
Listen.am on airplane mode
Am on airplane mode am so high am in d nose bleed
Am so high its like my nose is bleeding
Am so high its like my shoulder is frezzin
I can't feel my face, my face is filled with goons bums n I don't know the reason
Hold it down Normandy
Lookin for some trouble coz em cribs dey try to murder me jux coz my heart is buggin me
But it match ma shoes, xo I stack the tool incase dey start to act a fool I grap a tool and blast it too
Bang you in the afternoon, xpose were your launch at
Am high ova gun powder, and that's why my lungs black
Am higher than the trump tower you bang, but my trunk louder
Am hotter than the sun flower, tales by the moon light
If you know right, you do right, before I throw dix beef at you like we had a food fight
Hahaa.look am the best, you second best bcoz you second guessed, this rap shit is my house today you're my second guest
And I the vex I flx like who the F is nex??
M so hood like the cold breeze wit the S and S.
Hahaaa.listen.check it.yo.
Hot flow through the wire so I burn cables
My record keep on spinnin xo I turn tables
Delivery right package, no return labels plus I turn labels to a bunch of gamblers
Coz I got em bettin in seconds guessin my stamina
They keep on asking questions bt dey'nt get no answers
Am tryna put dix rap game first forlay me on
Xo I'll blase any track you put forlay me on
I already ate!! for lay me on
With sauce on the side, xo don't delay me uuhh
I ain't hear diz wack rappers wat you saying uughh.
Wat you saying uughh
Its a rap.