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letra de too much sauce remix - hv gutter

[verse: hv gutter] girl i got too much sauce, smoking dope i ain’t even cough, run it run it
rollin hash all in a raw f-ck n-gga don’t call my phone if
ain’t bout money
put in h-lla time now the whole team run it, yeah
smoking on dope by the onion, yeah
i’m h-lla drunk i’m like f-ck it no wait
i’m h-lla drunk i might f-ck her
make love in this club b-tch i feel like i’m usher she think she beyonce that lemonade f-ck with her head i might f-ck her to bed i’ma sl-t for the head i’ma puff to the head all this weed that i rolled i can sleep when i’m dead she knew me
for awhile she like me with dreads she know that i’m on top i just lean to edge, yeah this my life gfe till the next
yeah, wait, hey, stop, b-tch i been puttin out tapes like scotch, no
wait that’s too much sauce, rap n-ggas said i had too much dropped
now they tryna do the same but they can’t catch up
they ain’t in our lane n-ggas can’t can’t catch us, no
anything i drop they know that it’s hot, workin writin and i’m smokin on pot
wake up bake up and i’m all on her face like makeup makeup, they can try but them n-ggas can’t fade us, i’ma do my thang till i’m famous, young n-gga puttin out bangers, aye
yeah, don’t do the brown so i’m rolling up white
run outta papers i’ll smoke out the pipe
said i was done but they lied, b-tch i can’t quit till i die
i’ll never die they gon keep me alive them lil hoes play my sh-t in they ride
you smoke one i’m rollin up 5, if i rolled it you know that it’s fire
all that i need is my weed and my light and you know that i’m lit for night
shout them hoes think about me at night i keep them in them in the dark they keep me in the light
yeah we gon f-ck when she see me on sight, then when i leave she wan see me on skype
sorry lil ma i would rather get high, roll up that ganja them i’m in the sky
they on my style, oh my god oh my god oh my
god
leave v alone like bari, i be gettin faded playin carti
i be gettin faded off bacardi bringin drugs to the party young n-gga know i’m on it
f-ck n-gga show me my opponent, gettin head while a young
n-gga zonin
in the bed with somebody shorty, yeah her head dumb
that’s short bus shorty, yeah, wait that’s too much, young n-gga got pack like school lunch, and i roll two joints not blunts, that’s too much

- hv gutter

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