CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Sauce Icons
(Uppercut)
Ooh-wee
Ooh-wee
(Damn, Quad, this sh*t bangin')
Splash
Sauce send hits like a boxer arm (sh*t)
Fast on a b*t*h like Ramadan
b*t*h gotta pray to me, Farrakhan
R.I.P. Nip, this the marathon
I done made five million 'fore thirty-one
Boy, you made five trenches and you thirty-one
Boy, I know your mama wish she could switch her son
If you scared, go to church, make your b*t*h a nun
Y'all really in the way, y'all ain't gettin' none
See these Bathing Ape shoes? They ain't made to run
That's why all my n***as punch and we stay with guns
And my shooter cross-eyed like my granny son
So he aim it at whatever when he start to hit
If you on thе other side, then you gеttin' split
I could get a n***a touched just to take a pic
I could bust a b*t*h down like you bust a brick
Difference is, when we ride, everything legit
What you get for a nine, she get for a kiss
What you get for a half, she get for a fit
If she make thirty-nine, I keep thirty-six
I can't leave too many dimes with a dirty b*t*h
I ain't tryna see my b*t*h on some dirty sh*t
But dedicated to the game get dirty, b*t*h, ooh-wee (Ooh)
I got the B, that's a walking block
I rock the Frank Mueller just for the clock
I can't f**k with him, he tell
I know that f**k n***a talk a lot, ooh
I told you I'm pullin' off the lot, ayy
Boy, you a b*t*h, fix your halter-top, ooh
Chopper, it hit him, they chalk him out
Shouldn't've had pressure with me, ayy
TSF business relentless
A crib full of killers, no steppin' on me, ayy
Just know if you start, we gon' finish
I keep smokin' spinach, I'm blessed as can be, ayy
The house, just bet it on me, ooh
Seen him out, he dead in the street, ooh
My twins, ain't talkin' Siamese
And the kid havin' water like beach
Walk in the house, eeny-meeny-miny-moe
Bake a lil' bit 'bout the dough, ayy
If you don't got it, gotta go, ooh
I prefer the bright or the snow, ayy
Diamonds shinin' light, don't glow
And them hoes hittin', I think they doin' the woah, ayy
And a n***a clean like soap, jeez
Chopper hit a n***a, cut him up like a heater, ooh
G before the P like Grand Prix
Sancho still breakin' b*t*hes, understand me?
I been bickin' back boolin', gettin' cottage cheese
But disrespect'll get you killed, that's guaranteed
In the hills with this white b*t*h named Beverly
Told a b*t*h to go to work and hold carefully
Big sancho, big bird, no Sesame
Spillin' sauce, big boss, I got the recipe
Pourin' syrup in the A&W bream soda
In the trap, was still a baby, can't lean on it
Hundred-thousand-dollar play, I put the team on it
Then I bought an F&N with a beam on it
b*t*h, I'm married to the sauce, I put a ring on it
When he took his last breath, you should've seen homie
At first it was hoo-hoos and hahas
But now it's red roses and goodbyes
On sauce, on twin
Ooh-wee
Ooh-wee
(Damn, Quad, this sh*t bangin')
Splash
Sauce send hits like a boxer arm (sh*t)
Fast on a b*t*h like Ramadan
b*t*h gotta pray to me, Farrakhan
R.I.P. Nip, this the marathon
I done made five million 'fore thirty-one
Boy, you made five trenches and you thirty-one
Boy, I know your mama wish she could switch her son
If you scared, go to church, make your b*t*h a nun
Y'all really in the way, y'all ain't gettin' none
See these Bathing Ape shoes? They ain't made to run
That's why all my n***as punch and we stay with guns
And my shooter cross-eyed like my granny son
So he aim it at whatever when he start to hit
If you on thе other side, then you gеttin' split
I could get a n***a touched just to take a pic
I could bust a b*t*h down like you bust a brick
Difference is, when we ride, everything legit
What you get for a nine, she get for a kiss
What you get for a half, she get for a fit
If she make thirty-nine, I keep thirty-six
I can't leave too many dimes with a dirty b*t*h
I ain't tryna see my b*t*h on some dirty sh*t
But dedicated to the game get dirty, b*t*h, ooh-wee (Ooh)
I got the B, that's a walking block
I rock the Frank Mueller just for the clock
I can't f**k with him, he tell
I know that f**k n***a talk a lot, ooh
I told you I'm pullin' off the lot, ayy
Boy, you a b*t*h, fix your halter-top, ooh
Chopper, it hit him, they chalk him out
Shouldn't've had pressure with me, ayy
TSF business relentless
A crib full of killers, no steppin' on me, ayy
Just know if you start, we gon' finish
I keep smokin' spinach, I'm blessed as can be, ayy
The house, just bet it on me, ooh
Seen him out, he dead in the street, ooh
My twins, ain't talkin' Siamese
And the kid havin' water like beach
Walk in the house, eeny-meeny-miny-moe
Bake a lil' bit 'bout the dough, ayy
If you don't got it, gotta go, ooh
I prefer the bright or the snow, ayy
Diamonds shinin' light, don't glow
And them hoes hittin', I think they doin' the woah, ayy
And a n***a clean like soap, jeez
Chopper hit a n***a, cut him up like a heater, ooh
G before the P like Grand Prix
Sancho still breakin' b*t*hes, understand me?
I been bickin' back boolin', gettin' cottage cheese
But disrespect'll get you killed, that's guaranteed
In the hills with this white b*t*h named Beverly
Told a b*t*h to go to work and hold carefully
Big sancho, big bird, no Sesame
Spillin' sauce, big boss, I got the recipe
Pourin' syrup in the A&W bream soda
In the trap, was still a baby, can't lean on it
Hundred-thousand-dollar play, I put the team on it
Then I bought an F&N with a beam on it
b*t*h, I'm married to the sauce, I put a ring on it
When he took his last breath, you should've seen homie
At first it was hoo-hoos and hahas
But now it's red roses and goodbyes
On sauce, on twin
