Westheimer lyrics

{intro: Sauce Walka}
I'm on Westheimer, in somethin' foreign
200,000 mother f*cker
Sauce, oouwe, sauce, oouwe
Flavor lasts forever man
JRag, JRag

{pre-chorus: Sauce Walka}
I done made some money, and it made me a designer
Ridin' in that foreign lookin' good on Westheimer
Saucin' on them b*tches, so you know they gon follow
Don't let the sauce fool you, cuz you don't want them problems

{Chorus: Sauce Walka}
I'm designer, I live on Westheimer
Your b*tch wanna follow, you don't want them problems
I done made some money, and it made me a designer
Ridin' in that foreign lookin' good on westheimer
Saucin' on them b*tches, so you know they gon follow
Don't let the sauce fool you, cuz you don't want them problems

{verse 1: Sauce Walka}
Ridin' on a sauce tidal wave
No rap money but a n*gga paid
I just poured a 4, minute made, and I bought a condo, real estate
Backstrokin' in the flavor, Sauce Phelps
Heard saggin' against the law, here come my belt
That ferragamo, Why you think them foreigns new?
We makin' commas
And we packin' 42, in case of drama
Everyday I come through, my shoes designer
I'm in Benihanas with a lobster plate
Sippin' on a 4 over shrimp and steak
Texas payed, on a foreign, and i'm riding in
My b*tch got designer skin (she bad)
Codeine my best friend, and promethazine a n*gga twin
{chorus: Sauce Walka}
I'm designer, I live on Westheimer
Your b*tch wanna follow, you don't want them problems
I done made some money, and it made me a designer
Ridin' in that foreign lookin' good on Westheimer
Saucin' on them b*tches, so you know they gon follow
Don't let the sauce fool you, cuz you don't want them problems

{verse 2: Sancho Saucy}
Tell me
I'm on Westheimer, my belt ferragamo, my b*tch ferragamo
Man I love designer, man I love the llamas
Man I love the gun, b*tch I love my brother
Sauce Gotti, bought me a Maserati
Put the b*tch on my neck, f*ck everybody
Where Sauce Gang? that's what I claim
I'm hangin' n*gga not bangin' n*gga
Run up on me the wrong way I'll leave ya thugs hangin' n*gga
Now chill out, in a foreign whip with yo b*tch at the club on pure lot
Red birds on my b*tch bring the heels out
{?}
Now I'm back on Westheimer, like Pimp C, ya know me
Same hoe, hood n*gga, I'll keep a b*tch till I D.I.E (saucy)
From {?} they know that I get it I'm sellin' them b*tches
{?} my b*tches not everything they came with the cash
I never do marriage the money I cherish you faggots embarrassed
{?} (on sauce)
{chorus}
I'm designer, I live on Westheimer
Your b*tch wanna follow, you don't want them problems
I done made some money, and it made me a designer
Ridin' in that foreign lookin' good on westheimer
Saucin' on them b*tches, so you know they gon follow
Don't let the sauce fool you, cuz you don't want them problems

{outro}
Sauceside still hoe
Shoutout to the whole northside
Welcome to spashtown