Word To Sauce, Oohwee
Better watch these niggas cause they really out to get your
The same bitch he fuck'n on he calling her his sister
I'm showing Green Bay Love when I Swiss cheese the issue
Mind of a Baby Gangsta I'm seeing t-shirts with your picture
In a Purple World drank'n on Purple Stuff
I see a Future with the Dirty Sprites in a Double Cups
First you pour some out, then you add the right amount
Then you turn it upside down, twist the top and air it out
Watch a nigga Wreckshop but I ain't swanging on some swingers
If I got to life this pole, it's gon be a cliff hanger
Some shit to rearrange ya tryna humble all my anger
I was raised in the Wild stored my guts in containers
They said I'm running Mad like I'm Vernon Maxwell
Had to learn to play the corner first they knew I Bagwell
Kept ten bald heads in the clip Sam Cassell
Even in Hakeem's Dream this shit won't end well
These bitches building cases on a nigga, DeShaun
Trying to suck the soul out of me these hoes demons
Mutha fuck that stallion, show me a Simone
A real bottom bitch who gon bring them duffles home
I've never pledged allegiance, I was stepping with the Kappas
It was a sunny day, we was bumping Big Shasta
No fucks given on point, Marcus Sasser
Sharing drank with the congregation nigga I'm a Pastor
I'm codiene leaning, now a nigga body rock'n
They heard a nigga accent now these hoes our chere jock'n
They want me to say "Baby", I'm peeping niggas watching
Don't make this New Orleans Saint blast off this Houston Rocket
See I got a baby nine call it Steve McNair
Once I air out eleven then that's Andre Ware
See life's not fair so we won't take it there
I'm on this last bowling pin watch i pick up this spare
So chill with all that flex'n, you flex'n for these boppers
You running out of options but the last one is doctor
I'm a keep it playa, throw you on this pussy popper
She act a lil ratchet but this bitch really proper
Without saying a word she'll have your clothes off
She rambling thru your shit soon as you doze off
You know a pimp get choose I'll never take a lost
She added up the numbers just to give you cost
I'm sit'n sideways, pour'd up to Swisha House
Creep'n thru the park lot, niggas out chere crash'n out
Popped in "The Gray Tape", so I could just vibe out
Rest in peace to the members gone you know what I'm talk'n bout
Word to Sauce
Ooooweee
The same bitch he fuck'n on he calling her his sister
I'm showing Green Bay Love when I Swiss cheese the issue
Mind of a Baby Gangsta I'm seeing t-shirts with your picture
In a Purple World drank'n on Purple Stuff
I see a Future with the Dirty Sprites in a Double Cups
First you pour some out, then you add the right amount
Then you turn it upside down, twist the top and air it out
Watch a nigga Wreckshop but I ain't swanging on some swingers
If I got to life this pole, it's gon be a cliff hanger
Some shit to rearrange ya tryna humble all my anger
I was raised in the Wild stored my guts in containers
They said I'm running Mad like I'm Vernon Maxwell
Had to learn to play the corner first they knew I Bagwell
Kept ten bald heads in the clip Sam Cassell
Even in Hakeem's Dream this shit won't end well
These bitches building cases on a nigga, DeShaun
Trying to suck the soul out of me these hoes demons
Mutha fuck that stallion, show me a Simone
A real bottom bitch who gon bring them duffles home
I've never pledged allegiance, I was stepping with the Kappas
It was a sunny day, we was bumping Big Shasta
No fucks given on point, Marcus Sasser
Sharing drank with the congregation nigga I'm a Pastor
I'm codiene leaning, now a nigga body rock'n
They heard a nigga accent now these hoes our chere jock'n
They want me to say "Baby", I'm peeping niggas watching
Don't make this New Orleans Saint blast off this Houston Rocket
See I got a baby nine call it Steve McNair
Once I air out eleven then that's Andre Ware
See life's not fair so we won't take it there
I'm on this last bowling pin watch i pick up this spare
So chill with all that flex'n, you flex'n for these boppers
You running out of options but the last one is doctor
I'm a keep it playa, throw you on this pussy popper
She act a lil ratchet but this bitch really proper
Without saying a word she'll have your clothes off
She rambling thru your shit soon as you doze off
You know a pimp get choose I'll never take a lost
She added up the numbers just to give you cost
I'm sit'n sideways, pour'd up to Swisha House
Creep'n thru the park lot, niggas out chere crash'n out
Popped in "The Gray Tape", so I could just vibe out
Rest in peace to the members gone you know what I'm talk'n bout
Word to Sauce
Ooooweee
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