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letra de sauce - ka$hey

[hook: j. $tacks]
i just got rid of my old b-tch, already got me a new b-tch
she wanna be on that ho’ sh-t so i just gave her the deuces
who the f-ck told you i’m losing? that’s a lie i just be coolin’
all of these b-tches be choosin’, all of these b-tches confusin’
i got your b-tch in my room and she stripping, she’s taking it off
don’t even ask what i’m doing, i’m dripping cause i got the sauce, dripping cause i got the sauce (x4)

[verse 1: j. $tacks]
aye, drippin’ i’m drippin’ i’m saucin’, throw the money and i moss it. why my old b-tch keep on calling?
i swear i don’t want that b-tch, that b-tch is so rotten
i swear that b-tch makes me sick, that b-tch be making me nauseous
these n-gg-s softer than cotton, got your b-tch wet like a dolphin
all on her knees like she crawlin’, but you know she is not crawlin’
she is just suckin’ and coughin’, soon as them panties come off then, you know that i just go all in, go for her hole like i’m golfin’
she say she don’t do this often, i said lil b-tch you’re a liar
pistol it sings like a choir, i’ll put the heat to your head, just like a blow-dryer
i got your b-tch in my bed and she wet just like a diver
yeahhhh

[verse 2: ka$hey]
aye, i got the sauce, i get the drip from my walk
look at my wrist, yeah it’s froze, i don’t give a f-ck
man i just might take yo ho’, aye i’m in a foreign
yeah, i’m on the road and these b-tches they bore me
aye, i gotta ignore you, cause you all in my way
i got the sauce, i don’t want to trade
i just want guap, calm down the sauce
aye, this b-tch on my c-ck, aye this b-tch on my c-ck aye
yeah, aye, she callin’ my phone, she will not leave me alone
aye, she givin’ me dome, yell at her, she’ll come
and man, this beat just f-cked up, all of these n-gg-s they buck
aye, i don’t give a f-ck, chopper hit you in your nuts
aye, that sounded kind of g-y, nah n-gg-, you don’t want to spray, aye 30 clip down to your j’s, b-tch n-gg- you don’t want the tre, look at my wrist, yeah it’s frozen, aye, look at my neck yeah it’s iced, all of these b-tches they mad
and i bet your lil ho’ want the pipe yeah
i just had to f-ck his b-tch, i just had to take his ho’
i just took her on the road, 2500 for coach
and i dropped balmain on floor and the balmain on my coat
i got the balmain on my jeans, all this ice on me, you can ski
i know what you see, young ka$hey that’s me
me and j. $tacks, this our team aye
my circle be small, these n-gg-s they know, look at my wrist
d-mn i’m on froze!

[hook]

- kahey

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