Sauce’d Uhh lyrics

[Intro]
(Digital Nas Made This Beat)

[Verse]
Mmm, Ayy, think we the same its a goddamn wrap (Hell nah)
He a stain, he a stain right, don't give him that (He a stain)
Pull out and aim pus*y n*gga run laps (Run laps)
Sense a trap, it's a trap but I can't be broke so I trap
I load the clip up while she count
Stripper hoe, she my accountant (My accountant!)
Got a few stacks, you best believe a n*gga made a money - mountain (A Mountain!)
Got these n*ggas pouting (Pouting)
Got these hoes frowning (She frowning?)
And I'm drunk as f*ck and leanin' off these purple fountains
Got some juice and pass some sauce with it and drown the - drought down
I'm countin' pills and these capsules like its a damn countdown
I see spaceships on Bankhead and she gon' give me head
[?]
Cause she love rose petals and her hair is red (is red!)
Ok, you think he riding for you, trust me bro he not, ay (hell na)
And you think she sliding for you boy trust me she not, ay (she Not!)
And I'm sagging these Balmain's hell nah boy these my knots (that Cash)
And you think that b*tch a goddess but she really thot (uh-uh)
And He think that im alone but I always call the shots
I slap this stupid pus*y n*gga with my f*ckin Glock
Two pops since you think that you is Tupac (because you not!)
And Im with my n*gga Uno Pimpin Parkin lots ay (Uno!)
Hit a lick and pulled a drought right on your block
And I got the key to the city with the streets on lock
Hoes need excuses to be hoes what you think this liquor for When you matching blunts with your enemies f*ck you call them goals for
If your third eye really open where your tool where your .44
You lookin like you know where Im from or about, pus*y n*gga no-no
I need at least 36 blocks all made out of gold
Ima need all of yo hoes, ima need all of yo hoes
You act like you knowin these bullets they gon go right -through your clothes
And these b*tches so stuck up my n*gga got a snobby nose
I don't really trust these trolls, I don't really trust these trolls
And you all up on my f*ckin- *tsk, you just don't [?] uh
To the [?]
Take a [?]
And I got a f*ckin- its got a [?]
And Im gettin presents all day like the North Pole
You gon feel my presence cuz I gave that b*tch a pole
And She reaching on that pole
And my wrist is froze, everything I say is so hot but yet so cold
n*gga [?] and I got this b*tch iced out
Cuttin blocks on the street, n*gga you gon have to reroute
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Two lines on me two totes on me
Too Chris Haslam's my Jesus piece
Two sl*ts with me, double cup up me
Im high as f*ck don't rush at me
Deuces when you 'whats up' at me
She came with you but she blush at me
Im gon buss back if you buss at me!