Correction Paroles That Sauce par Q. Allanz

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I was gonna say something nice before the beat start
And dedicate this song to my high school sweetheart, but naw

[1st verse]
They told me, game is to ve sold not told
And if you tell it right, you'll have plenty money to fold
That stucc with me and grew within me like mold
So fresh and clean like a pimp in his Rolls
But I gotta stay cautious and gotta stay quicc on my toes
'Cuz I'm in an era where everyone cliccs on their foes
Vampires will bite you, mafias body snatch you
Little kids will stab you and drive-bys is natural
Oh, we ain't been properly introduced
Pull up a chair and let me learn you 'bout my in cahoots
Ain't nothing weak in me, I speak indeed
Hurricane tongue, watch me flood the streets
Weapons of choice, my instrumentals, set and my voice
My name and my ghetto, I'ma rep it with force
Put the pedal to the metal like I'm pushin' a Porsche
The only reason I'm at number one, I didn't want forth, hear me

Hype, I'm finna blow your mind
I put in work with the overtime
It's good, take it off the stove and try
So, when they ask you, you can tell 'em, I got that sauce
Hype, I'm finna blow your mind
I put in work with the overtime
I stir it up and make it so divine
So, when they ask you, you can tell 'em, I got that sauce

[2nd verse]
I know you heard I used to niccel and dime
Ditchin' pigs, carrying pistols, staying addicted to crime
In the studio trying to get rich from spitting these lines
Yeah, I'm sicc with this gangsta shit, but I'm sicc with these rhymes
Some of y'all was probably hoping that I'd fall off my grind
Well, I guess the joke's on you, 'cuz I'm doing fine
I had to spread the word, game thiccer than Heinz
No more delaying the movement, this is my time
On tour, making improvements, fixing to shine
On floors, making 'em groove it, twistin' and slidin'
So raw, I got the stripes of a tiger
The swat of a bear, but the heart of a lion
My thoughts and my prayers made me a pure rider
With spark and a glare like you're starting your lighters
My swagger ain't nothing to brag of
But put in a line with 10 men and see if they match up

[3rd verse]
I woudn't fight you over a piece of tuna
'Cuz I don't wear a cape and got small cojones
Now you can try that nice guy maneuver
And get your whole grill knocced out, that's the rules, bruh
It's hood hot, yeah I know homies that su-woop
But they know that Q shoots and grooves with the blue group
Make drugs and bend corners in new coupes
Shoot dice and move nice on state troops
If you can't hear me coming, bet you can feel it
I'm finna get in the building and renovate the whole picture
Giving 'em nothing but realness I don't deal with the sorrow
Live my life to the fullest 'cuz I ain't promised tomorrow
So I, drink until I'm drunk and shroom till I fade
And fucc bitches like I never heard of pregnancy or aids
It ain't over till I take ecstasy on stage
And when I die, in the hood, my legacy's engraved

In the morning, when I awaken
First thing I do is put on my apron (I got that sauce)
Well done, you ain't gotta season it
These succas wanna steal my ingredients (I got that sauce)
Well, a little smarts, game and weaponry
That should ve the perfect recipe (I got that sauce)
When I'm done, I'm gonna make it sound harder
The difference will make your mouth water (I got that sauce)

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