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Kill 'em With The Sauce Lyrics - Artist : Montana Of 300
Ayy DeCicco, what up my nigga?
Kill 'em with the sauce, kill ’em with the sauce Kill 'em with the sauce, uh huh, yeah Kill 'em with the sauce, kill ’em with the sauce I'm a killa, I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill ’em Kill ’em with the sauce, kill 'em with the sauce Kill ’em with the sauce, uh huh, yeah Kill 'em with the sauce, kill 'em with the sauce Kill 'em with the sauce, uh huh, yeah Woo, I’ma straight dog on you crooked cats They tore down where my hood was at, I come from where you shouldn't lack Was running 'round the field, yeah, like I took a lap Zip block bags with kush in that (But hey), no more joogin' packs (Took off) I ain't looking back (Sauce), rap god cooking crack (Lyrics) I'm too good with that, it's so unfair I shouldn't rap I've mastered this, I whip the track, I'm who your bitch was looking at I slide up in her in front of the mirror, I Iook good in that Doggy style I smack her ass, I grab her hair, I pull it back My pockets fat, her pussy fat, she still can't get none, Sister Act They can't take me or put me back, me and my squad ambush the track And me and TO3 go back like baggy clothes and crooked hats (Haters) No, they couldn't match (I know) it hurts to look at stats 'Cause when it comes to bodies, yeah, my old opps know what's good with that Put money down, they shook like craps, I'm with that steel, I look like Jacks Write down what y'all need and they right back up like they took a nap Then I look at my girl just like Kobe Bryant used to look at Shaq Choppers on deck, I get shit crackin' like a wooden bat Be careful who you woofin' at, I promise you, you could get whacked Don't flip your wig, I'll push it back, my kids pure like when Pusha rap Go pull his back, I'm puttin' cats, leave pussies where we douche 'em at Then peel out on them bitches like I'm Bill Jell-O puddin' packs Killa with the sauce, what the fuck these niggas thought? They say my lyrics piss 'em off, get out your feelings, bitch you soft, yeah Kill 'em with the sauce, kill 'em with the sauce Kill 'em with the sauce, uh huh, yeah Kill 'em with the sauce, kill 'em with the sauce I'm a killa, I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em Kill 'em with the sauce, kill 'em with the sauce Kill 'em with the sauce, uh huh, yeah Kill 'em with the sauce, kill 'em with the sauce Kill 'em with the sauce, uh huh, yeah I don't play games like Nintendo, but when I'm blowin' this cartridge Bet all dem fall like it's August, I put 'em all up in coffins Keep that steel on me, Colossus, turnt all my niggas to bosses The whole world could quit on me, go M-I-A like the Dolphins Bitch I'ma get it regardless, I got more drip than a faucet Don't expect life to be flawless, what have you learned from your losses? (Huh?) You can't live off hopes and wishes, fragile to you, broke the dishes You can learn through all these bars and you don't have to go to prison Bible say to follow Jesus, Jesus was of no religion If I'm not home then I'm headed to the door, Jehovah Witness Strapped up on that road to riches, sauce at every show, I'm drippin' Wings up, pose for pictures, I got flavor, so delicious Player's club, diamonds dancin', I got money, pour some pitchers Go the distance, go ballistic, big spendin', throw the discus Big racks and straps like double Ds, L-Vs on down for double Gs Michael Jordan jersey on, ink all down my fuckin' sleeve No confession, I'm comin' clean and bitches wanna fuck my team Because we all breaded 'round this bitch just like some onion rings Bad bitch on her fuckin' knees while I count a hundred Gs You play here, pop in R |
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