Secret Sauce
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
If she ever say she love
Me I'm quick to switch the topic
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
Kuz Migo got plays for days
Perky done made some ways
That's a new Tesla and I'm burning that
Gas I'm the energy in the tank
Lil bitch swear a nigga love her
Perk just tryna see what in her bank
Put her on a mission when she come back
All she wanna do is give me brain
That breesh like a fish on a pole
Make a nigga cop a new load
Why his bitch want chill till the morn
Got me drape in this gallery dept
Perky god on these perks to this song'
If I leave ya head gone than um wrong
We aint talking business on the phone
On god
Thats that secret sauce might sell it
Perk in the kitchen know they smell it
Off white drip that's the black Elvis
Glock in my skinny hurt my pelvis
If I'm ever in court a nigga Hellen Keller
Nigga got out quick kuz we know he be telling
Why they tryna live like this they be failing
(Secret sauce)
(Secret sauce)
If she ever say she love
Me I'm quick to switch the topic
If they ever say I aint stoner know
Dem niggas flopping
Cud never choose her over
Money she gone say I'm toxic
(Secret sauce)
(Secret sauce)
If she ever say she love
Me I'm quick to switch the topic
If they ever say I aint stoner know
Dem niggas flopping
Cud never choose her over
Money she gone say I'm toxic
(Secret sauce)
Had to put the bread first
Why the bitch look wrong in the face
All this secret sauce why they
Wanting a taste
Money too long why they wanted to
Race
Boss a bitch up kuz I wanted her aye
My dawg hit a lick know I gotta go
Praise him
New rapper chain bout to get appraisal
Hood ass nigga what you doing in
Coral gable
Tryna get plug in like a nigga cable
My bitch bring blunts to me like she a waiter
Im these niggas father like a nigga Darth Vader
Calling me a dead beat I told em get paper
She acting to nice so I know she need
A favor
I know you like money got plenty of it baby
Run the money up way pass of my eighties
Number one stunner got me feeling like baby
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
(Aye keep that shit on the low low)
(No this the play circle right only the real can get in)
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
If she ever say she love
Me I'm quick to switch the topic
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
Kuz Migo got plays for days
Perky done made some ways
That's a new Tesla and I'm burning that
Gas I'm the energy in the tank
Lil bitch swear a nigga love her
Perk just tryna see what in her bank
Put her on a mission when she come back
All she wanna do is give me brain
That breesh like a fish on a pole
Make a nigga cop a new load
Why his bitch want chill till the morn
Got me drape in this gallery dept
Perky god on these perks to this song'
If I leave ya head gone than um wrong
We aint talking business on the phone
On god
Thats that secret sauce might sell it
Perk in the kitchen know they smell it
Off white drip that's the black Elvis
Glock in my skinny hurt my pelvis
If I'm ever in court a nigga Hellen Keller
Nigga got out quick kuz we know he be telling
Why they tryna live like this they be failing
(Secret sauce)
(Secret sauce)
If she ever say she love
Me I'm quick to switch the topic
If they ever say I aint stoner know
Dem niggas flopping
Cud never choose her over
Money she gone say I'm toxic
(Secret sauce)
(Secret sauce)
If she ever say she love
Me I'm quick to switch the topic
If they ever say I aint stoner know
Dem niggas flopping
Cud never choose her over
Money she gone say I'm toxic
(Secret sauce)
Had to put the bread first
Why the bitch look wrong in the face
All this secret sauce why they
Wanting a taste
Money too long why they wanted to
Race
Boss a bitch up kuz I wanted her aye
My dawg hit a lick know I gotta go
Praise him
New rapper chain bout to get appraisal
Hood ass nigga what you doing in
Coral gable
Tryna get plug in like a nigga cable
My bitch bring blunts to me like she a waiter
Im these niggas father like a nigga Darth Vader
Calling me a dead beat I told em get paper
She acting to nice so I know she need
A favor
I know you like money got plenty of it baby
Run the money up way pass of my eighties
Number one stunner got me feeling like baby
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
(Aye keep that shit on the low low)
(No this the play circle right only the real can get in)
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
Secret sauce
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Writer(s): Jarrod Thompson
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