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Sauce Money - Intruder Alert lyrics
Yo, who the fuck is this? Its like 3:30 Yo, get the phone, bitch You get the phone Get the phone You get the phone! Get the goddamn phone! Alright, damn nigga Who the fuck is this? [ verse 1 ] Its my nigga deezo, "what the fuck is the deal? Huh-huh, know me, keepin it real Six-double-o, kid, chrome on the wheels I got the same problem, nigga, know how you feel" "on some real shit, sauce, I got the kite from neil Word on the street, hope youre still holdin your steel Niggas talkin bout who cats they gon bill Just to gain they cut, thats when your name came up" "oh did it? you know some more? nigga, spit it" "cats hate your ass cause of your riches and digits You probably.. know this nigga named bobby Sister named ronnie with the two-tone body? " "cat fueled with bacardi, throw parties every friday Fake lady lover, fucked his baby mother Hit it from the back, now Im a tough act to follow Made her give my man head too - and swallow Thats neither here nor there, he think somethin is sweet? Fuck yeah, we can dump when we meet Win, lose or draw, after that Im dumpin my heat Lay him down flat while my music pump in the street He got four with him, some niggas from baltimore with him Ima sure hit em if he come through that door with him Split your bladder, we spray, muthafucka It dont matter, b-k, muthafucka" (pay attention to the scheme) (sauce muthafuckin) (you know my style) (comin through, bringin you pain) (and now you wanna act bold, but hold up) (pay attention to the scheme) (sauce muthafuckin) (you know my style) (comin through, bringin you pain) (but hold up) [ verse 2 ] I throw hoes out when its time to pull .44s out Made two phone calls, bring the pros out Badu, bonnie, hydro, no doubt We get nasty like niggas in sandals with the toes out You know deez is down to click off eights "by the way, son, you know that bitch off gates? I think her name mimi, bitch greedy, give you head easy Fake weave, big ass with the g-3" "i know that chick, her real name hillary Used to be one of my shorties off willerby Theres somethin right now about how youre grillin me Dont tell me she fuck with the bobby nigga, son, youre killin me" "no bullshittin, thats who that nigga be hittin? Lets post in the kitchen, when he come, start spittin Climb through the window, make his body drop degrees" "fuck breakin in the crib, nigga - I got the keys.." (pay attention to the scheme) (sauce muthafuckin) (you know my style) (comin through, bringin you pain) (and now you wanna act bold, but hold up) (pay attention to the scheme) (sauce muthafuckin) (you know my style) (comin through, bringin you pain) (but hold up) [ verse 3 ] I got a problem with niggas that talk about stalkin Souped up talkin, dead men walkin Too shockin, cause Im rockin cats wanna be clockin But cock-blockin, I squeeze often While Im in this chick crib with both wrists locked in No rhetoric, kid, pistols poppin Bodies droppin, Im just dockin One slug, two slug, aint no stoppin Yo nigga, you know the drill, gees up Marcy, where we from niggas dont freeze up Lovin the sound of my nigga bustin the pound When he open that door, dont be fuckin around Right about then I heard the doorknob turn My man gettin wild, almost dropped the burn Bobby opened up the door, its time to earn Four gats in his grill, "you might wanna get concerned Reeno, get that bitch with the bad perm Are you muthafuckas ever gonna learn? We all could get got - just not by you And we all could get shot - just not by you But right about now, tell you what Im gonna do I think Im gonna go let you warn your crew Out of respect, cause I know: you that nigga Im not gonna kill you - yo deez, shoot that nigga" (pay attention to the scheme) (sauce muthafuckin) (you know my style) (comin through, bringin you pain) (and now you wanna act bold, but hold up) (pay attention to the scheme) (sauce muthafuckin) (you know my style) (comin through, bringin you pain) (and now you wanna act bold) |
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