Correction Lyrics Ice Tray (Remix)/SAUCE! by DaBaby

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PART 1: SAUCE! (2018)

Sauce on ya, n***a, got the sauce on me (I got sauce)/Boss, like a young n***a was Ross on me (Like I'm f**kin' Ross)/Pull up on your shawty, I put sauce on it (Like I f**kin' spilled)/Sauce on ya, n***a, got the sauce on me (Like I f**kin' killed)

Huh, do not be alarmed, this is just for fun (You know what the f**k I'm sayin'? Ayy, ayy, ayy)/It's a carnival ride! (Yeah)/Yeah, yeah (Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, yuh)

All them fancy c**ts said they wanna bring me home, yeah/Shawty, why you stalling, are you gonna give me dome, yeah (Uh)/I'm not disrespectful, I just really wanna c*m, yeah (Yeah)/I don't wanna talk, yeah— (Oh my, oh my)/Question one, what she ask me? (Yeah!)/Pull up, uh, with two white b*t*hes, Mary-Kate, Ashley (Oh my)/Yuh, yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah/They gon' smash me (Yeah) If they talk too much, I'm gonna f**k around and pa** 'em

PART 2: ICE TRAY REMIX
Ice tray, young n***a flooded (Ice, ice, ice, yeah) If a n***a hatin',call him Joe Budden (Pu**y)/Coupe outside and it's press b***on (Skrt skrt)/Got that n***a mad 'cause your b*t*h f**kin' (Hah), f**k it/Ice tray the gang (F**k it) x8

Alexander Wang (Alex), wrist Eddie Cane (Eddie)/Drop top McLaren (Drop top), park it at the Flame (Skrt)/Think I was insane (Woo), what my jeweler bring (Jeweler)/Higher than Kurt Cobain (Kurt-Co), Huncho Bruce Wayne (Huncho)/Big boy Patek and it's skelly (Patek) Six ringtones on the celly (Brrt)/You did your ice wrong, go to Elliot (Ice)/Splash on the wrist, J Redd**k (Splash)/I got a bag of drugs no medic/ These n***as drinking on straight synthetic (Woo)/I ain't tryna f**k no b*t*h that's petty (Nah)/Skrt on the ho like Andrettis (Skrt)/It'll lock up if you wet it (Skrt)/Choppin' it up like machete (Chop)/Swerve in the Junction, Spaghetti (Swerve)/Come to the Nawf if you ready (Nawf)/If Set say he set then I set it (Set)/If Take say he set then I set it (Take)/Shoot for my n***as like Pelé (Shoot)/ Shoot for my n***as like Belly (Baow)

(QUAVO RAPS CHROUS)

Uhh, ayy, diamonds look like candy corn/Sent a chain to Melbourne, no mail, it's airborne/ Diamond on this chain with the flash like it's shootin' p***/5 karat ring, them lil' pointers tell me where you're goin'/Chopper sing like Anita Baker, ooh/Hand around the neck when I f**k, /Undertaker/If my diamonds  had a voice it would sound like Fantasia/ Two million dollars on my jewelry, big appraisal/Um, n***a ball like DeRozan, huh/AP skelly fully frozen, huh/Right wrist cause commotion/Big rocks on my wrist, so white need a whole pint of lotion/Diamonds be wet like the ocean/Want a watch like this pu**y, it's gon' cost you 'bout a pretty token/Big karats and they pokin'

(QUAVO & LY RAPS CHROUS)

[Verse 4: Dababy]/Look at my wrist, it's a ice tray (Huh), I'm smokin' like Smokey on Friday (Uh)/I  just got head in the parkin' lot, people saw it when they pulled up beside me (Huh)/These  n***as hatin', they Joe Budden (B*t*h)/Run up on me and I'm gon' bomb 'em (Boom)/I'm selling gas out a 4 runner (Huh)/She  got that a** and a throat on her (ayy)/That's  my baby/I just got back in my rhythm with it (Huh), I got the gas in a rental with me (Gas)/I'm  tryna get me some muhf**kin' money, I can't get it laughin' and chillin' with ya/You's a lil' boy, you a little n***a, it's a motherf**kin' joke, it's a silly n***a/He blowing smoke like an engineer, I f**k his ho like a prison n***a/Who buyin' dope? I got plenty with me/If  he don't got a ride, then go get the n***a/And all of my rides got extensions with 'em/And I don't like this beat so I'm finished with it, n***a/Dig that'll f**k ya

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