SAUCE MONEY - CHART CLIMBIN' LYRICS
Writer(s):T. GAITHER, J. BURKS, B. JONES, S. COOPER, D. DUNN, A. JACKSON
Artist: Sauce Money Lyrics
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Date: Added(Last modified) at 6:54 am October 07, 2012.
[Sauce Money] MC rhymin.. .. uhh uhh Uhh, uh uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh MC, MC, M-A-are-see-why Uhh, uh.. MC rhymin, chart climbin With the baguettes, Roley shinin We smokin the best trees, I bet some skins on it I got a SE, twenty inch rims on it I got playaz who want to kill me but love to speak ***** cause I got a freak every day of the week They just fake friends, they hope the **** ends (**** you) They see the dough my click spend in the big Benz They think it's sweet, now we rock cubans with diamonds in em but if they sleep (what?) hell is where I'ma send em I know it's beef cause I don't want to be rhymin wit em They want to act like *****ES, time to split em What the deal Ma? Heard I was boss ha? On the real, want to hear it from the Sauce ha? You like the way I do it? I just gotta spit I got flow doughs hoes and a lot of hits Chorus: Sauce Money (repeat 4X) MC rhymin, chart climbin Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk [Sauce Money] In the trial my *****z'll squeeze for the general MP's holdin my heat, ***** run wild I dial, executioners, go the extra mile ***** **** that, lose a screw when it pop black Never provoke toast, *****z get ghost most You couldn't be my family, we never spoke close You spit that "yo" ****, I say "nosotros" Don't **** with them dudes, think them *****z homos I'm talkin the bad *****es, you on some funny **** You go for broke? I go for gettin money kid I grab your homebase, now she give new honey head To all you Donnie Brasco's, I'm Sonny Red I split a weak ***** cheek quick, with one of those **** a physique wrapped tighter than mummy clothes Off looks alone probably get to touch em all light but because of the flow, now I **** em all night Chorus [Sauce Money] You like dough baby? Work hard and you can get that But in the meantime, let me hit that Get you down on all fours, like a Kit-Kat I'm tryin to split that, shouldn'ta did that In and out with the quickness now what could make the brother stop? Nothin, well maybe if the rubber pop And even then that might not slow me down I'm bout to go to town, want to come? Show me now Singular most MC's bringin your toast I run roughshod rip rap stars and roast I don't brag or boast, I only speak in facts And if I say you seven days, how weak/week is that? Fatal to *****z that's unable to ride wit me You better decide who side or collide wit me The very last rapper tragically he died swiftly You been warned ************s, now come and get me Chorus [Sauce Money] MC.. Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk (4X)
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