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  • Lil Tracy – I got da juice i got da sauce Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah, damn I feel like Soulja Boy with all this juice, man
    I feel like a damn rockstar with all this sauce nigga, you feel me
    [Chorus]
    I got the sauce, I got the juice, yeah
    Aye, I got the sauce, I got the juice, yuh
    Look, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce, I got the juice (juice)
    [Verse]
    You tryna’ fuck a bitch, I’m tryna’ get rich
    Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
    Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
    Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
    I stepped inside the room, niggas looking pissed
    Smoking boof, smell like someone pissed
    Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
    Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
    Yuh, she gon’ lick my bracelet, aye
    Yuh, Shawty nasty doing tricks, aye (Ugh, aye)
    Yuh, Now she telling her best friend, yeah
    Aye, I’ma fuck her and her best friend, aye
    [Chorus]
    Got the sauce, I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (sauce), I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
    Yeah, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
    [Verse]
    I got the juice, I feel like OJ da juiceman
    I’ma fuck a bitch I met off Instagram
    Aye, niggas don’t like me wait til’ I get those bands, aye
    Yuh, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
    Look, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
    Aye, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I want a stomach like Rick Ross (stomach like Rick Ross, yuh)
    I wanna floss like Mike Jones
    Candy paint wrist same color bubblegum, aye, yuh
    Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, bitch
    [Outro]
    Got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, aye
    Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, got the sauce, got the juice, yuh, aye, yuh


  • Gucci Mane – Strep Throat Lyrics

    [Intro]
    (Southside on the track, yeah)
    But now the work ain’t stepped on
    I make her suck it til she strep throat
    Turned into a klepto

    [Hook]
    Used to get slept on, but now the work ain’t stepped on
    I make her suck it til she strep throat
    But then she turned into a klepto
    This for my niggas getting slept on
    But now the work ain’t stepped on
    Who make her suck it til she strep throat
    Watch that bitch, that bitch a klepto, that bitch a klepto

    [Verse 1]
    My niggas in the ghetto, yeah they toting heavy metal
    Make her suck it til she strep throat
    Jump off the top rope the bed broke
    My trap house in the ghetto, my stash house got an echo
    I know some vatos in Chicago
    They’ll slit your throat, they’ll leave your neck broke
    Savannah plug I call him presto, Savannah but he call me [?]
    At sea port I got good dope
    Gucci Mane I got the best smoke (gato)

    [Hook]
    Used to get slept on, but now the work ain’t stepped on
    I make her suck it til she strep throat
    But then she turned into a klepto
    This for my niggas getting slept on
    But now the work ain’t stepped on
    Who make her suck it til she strep throat
    Watch that bitch, that bitch a klepto

    [Verse 2]
    All these diamond chains got these bitches on me, yea
    I know they see me putting on (puttin on)
    They ain’t want me back then but now she want me, yeah
    Same way as Mike Jones
    Call me pretty boy Tony Macaroni, yeah
    [?] that bitch chose
    Me and the plug in his backyard we racing ponies, yeah
    I just bet a kilo
    You’re playing bully but we all feel it’s baloney
    Act like you real but we all know you’s a phony
    I’m like a Beverly hill-billy with the money
    Would call you Orville Redenbacher cause you’re corny

    [Hook]
    Used to get slept on, but now the work ain’t stepped on
    I make her suck it til she strep throat
    But then she turned into a klepto
    This for my niggas getting slept on
    But now the work ain’t stepped on
    Who make her suck it til she strep throat
    Watch that bitch, that bitch a klepto


  • Sage The Gemini – Do Not Disturb lyrics

    [Hook]
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    My phone on Do Not Disturb
    My phone on Do Not Disturb
    My phone on Do Not Disturb
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    My phone on Do Not Disturb

    [Verse 1]
    Hop out the coupe like a bird, scratching my rims on the curb
    They be like, “Hey, what’s the word?”
    I’m like, the bird is the word
    I look like I’m the one serving, serving the fields with a purpose
    My [?] looking like [?], I’mma hurt ’em
    Wait, I am still [?] like Mike Jones, Paul Wall, Slim Thugger
    DMX, yeah, all my dogs, they are all for more [?]
    We ’bout 4 Gs, jeans like 4 Gs
    My car got Wi-Fi, I don’t need 4Gs
    She say she want me, ay, I say she full of shit
    She really want my green, but I only carry blue strips
    Pull up to the front, you all know you gon’ learn
    Niggas know it’s my turn
    This how they flock on me, specially watching me
    [Hook]
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    My phone on Do Not Disturb
    My phone on Do Not Disturb
    My phone on Do Not Disturb
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    My phone on Do Not Disturb
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    My phone on Do Not Disturb
    My phone on Do Not Disturb
    My phone on Do Not Disturb
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    My phone on Do Not Disturb

    [Verse 2]
    I hop out the coupe, you complain I do the money dance
    All I wanna do is put the cash in the rubber band
    If I spend this shit, gon’ put it in my other hand
    In my other hand, yeah
    Got a lot of commas, my posse ’round us
    They gon’ shoot ’til they last number
    With 30 rounds, they just tryna round up
    Money didn’t change us, we just counted louder
    I used to make seven bucks an hour
    Me and bad bitches didn’t get along
    Now I ride around, heater stay on
    I know it’s summertime but my chains cold
    Please don’t hear my phone, please don’t hear my phone
    Please don’t hear my phone, please don’t hear my phone
    Now you know I’m on, now you know I’m on
    I thought you heard, my phone on Do Not Disturb
    Watch me

    [Hook]
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    My phone on Do Not Disturb
    My phone on Do Not Disturb
    My phone on Do Not Disturb
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    My phone on Do Not Disturb
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    My phone on Do Not Disturb
    My phone on Do Not Disturb
    My phone on Do Not Disturb
    Hop out the coupe like a bird
    My phone on Do Not Disturb

    [Outro]
    Hop out the couple like a bird