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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I might slip, I don't fall, if I slip, I might crawl I just drip, I got sauce, I just drip, I got sauce If she dip, that bitch loss, I don't trip, I'm a boss I might slip, I don't fall, I just drip, I got sauce Way, way, way, way, riding 'round town on Sunset (True) Cali weed loud like Funk Flex (Funk Flex) Road trips, low drip, don't rush shit (No) No bitch-ass niggas, no fuck shit (No) No, no, fuck shit, get chin-checked (Yeah) Treat a queen like a queen, don't give a bitch shit (No) New whip, shit crawl like insects (Insects) Lotta hoes, lotta hoes, gang fishnet (Fishnet) Lotta hoes, lotta hoes, more problems (Problems) Came, then a nigga left, Obama (Obama) Lame bitches get blocked, O-lineman (O-lineman) Top called, nigga, that ain't no problem (No, no) Nice smile, they assume I'm such a nice guy (True) Bougie nigga, first class on the flight time (Ah) Bougie nigga, fuck a bitch from the right side (True) Tell her, "If she got a friend, then I might slide" (Slide) Tell her that I need a friend a nigga could show off She ain't got goals, then, nigga, I'm so lost Letras de cancionesI done fell in love from fucking some hoes raw (Yeah) I done fell in love while getting some hoes off (Oh) I done fell in love while doing some hoes ign'ant (Oh) X called a nigga, I don't listen First-class, I steer it in my pigment Had to work to get it to roll different, yeah I'm 'bout to slip (Yuh), I don't fall (Yuh), if I slip, I might crawl I just drip, I got sauce, I just drip, I got sauce (Way, way, way, way) If she dip, that bitch loss, I don't trip, I'm a boss (Yuh) I might slip, I don't fall (Yuh), I just drip, I got sauce Norf Who got the sauce? Who got the sauce, huh? Whip the rock with the Voss, yuh Hit the block, chip the bars, yuh Catch a P, Randy Moss, yuh I don't rock with the police none Don't ditch the Glock when the police come They gon' shoot a nigga anyway (Oww) Any day of the week Ain't a 'woofer, man, he whoopin' his feet on the concrete With my dawgs and the stick like a bomb suite Cooking up, better duck like a confit 'Cause it's on me Ain't a nigga living ever have to warn me I was ready-ready, with the macaroni Turn him into Makaveli, we be stackin' fetti (Yeah) I don't ever wanna be a broke boy no more Sold-out merch, sold-out tour Mount Rushmore for the real ones, yeah All my homies done killed some, yeah (Ayy) All my hommys done fucked time (That scale) Some got dope, gangin' all night (We the homies, nigga) Some escape, but we don't respect it I'm so invested and so protected We live corrections, all uncorrected Snuck the FN in undetected I might slip, I don't fall, if I slip, I might crawl I just drip, I got sauce, I just drip, I got sauce If she dip, that bitch loss, I don't trip, I'm a boss I might slip, I don't fall, I just drip,I got sauce From Letras Mania