Steak Sauce lyrics

by

Domo Genesis


[Verse]
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the sh*t's stolen
If that b*tch tell on me, I'ma do a f*ckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
Like Chris Brown when Rihanna got her f*ckin' ass beat
f*ck Jeeves, ask me for advice, if I'm not reading a Vice
I'm squatting down, picking cracker b*tches' scalp for some lice
Everything that I write is dope, because the pipe, and nope
You can't have a hit unless you give me the light
We be burnin' Dutty Rocks with a light switch
b*tch-n*gga, you're about as hard as a dike's clit
I'm going as hard as Bishop Eddie Long's John
After I bought a Sidekick and sent that fag' some nice pics
They say I try too goddamn hard
No sh*t, I want a Grammy you damn retard
You can't be great when you settle for a flea bargain
Unless you're a thrift hipster b*tch in a leotard
Painless, Hodgy lost his motherf*cking mind because the brain left
Wolf Gang got the ink on me now it's banged out
Box Logo hoodie, still haven't got the stains out
Congress, I guess I'm f*ckin' with the best blondes
Um yes, I am now beating off to mom sex
Raquel is wrestling a prom dress
While me and Ray Charles have a f*cking staring contest
To all the stepdads in here
Trip-six kids got you motherf*cks scared
It could be worse, n*gga, that's absurd
n*gga, I am at Pharrell's tryna butt f*ck nerds
This just in, Tyler the Creator and Justin Bieber
Was just in the room flippin' Selena Gomez
Go 'head, give some, pucker up
I'll f*ck her up until the kids come in, um
After Tron Cat, I got the rat shook
And I ain't even have a hook
For the white kids to sing along
I don't wanna sing a song, f*ck that
Now cyberbully sissies on my lil' sister's Macbook
I got you n*ggas nervous like a Pop
Tryna ask his virgin, hot, vegan daughter where the c*ck goes
Wake up, wash ass, go and eat some Roscoe's
Head back to the studio to munch up on some tacos
When I was younger I was b*tchin' and
Now I'm coming quicker than
The sh*t that's swimmin' in my sock hole
When them teeny boppers ain't around
So Johnson and Johnson baby lotion
Beat on my Johnson 'til my c*ck swole
Stop saying you're sick, sh*t is kinda old
I'm a f*cking Herpe in a coma, you're a common cold
Have you heard my brother' verse on Llama?
When that n*gga's home
Me, him, and Hodgy gonna take the game and
Get a stainless steel AK and aim it
To the f*cking referees head and put his lifeless body in a chokehold
Uh-oh, these n*ggas is loco
Best thing smokin' minus all of the tobacco
Still hard to be black, well
Malcolm X would be proud, this white b*tch getting black-maled
Blue-eyed cracker named Jenny, and skinny
And Obama wanted change, I threw a couple f*ckin' pennies at him
Just a chip off the old block
Chipped tooth Ruth got some di*k off my swole c*ck
'Cause I bag b*tches, she's a zip off the old lock
And that's just a logo on the center of that old Glock
Oh stop, tryna be me, kids will go cop anything
That I put on, from the gold watch to the boxers that I put on
Probably 'cause I'm going harder than erect c*ck di*k filled with Botox
Oh sh*t, you're as hard as senior citizens di*k
Oh f*ck, don't slip, break hips and pop backs
Show some respect to old chaps with my left fist
'Cause I'm the next best spitting wreck that's left here
That's my ex b*tch, her? She's my next b*tch
Have you met her mouth? No? Oh, that's my bestest
Bestie, and she gets beastie
And she's my favorite babysitter 'cause the children never exit
I was taught to act my shoe size, I'm eleven and a half
c*ck the umbrella 'cause when I spit Seven on your ass
It's gonna be mid-stage Coachella
Shake faggot ass keep hatin'
But I work hard for the sh*t that I got
So it's still f*ck 2DopeBoyz and f*ck Planet Earth
All associates can suck c*ck
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