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Sauce Money - Face Off 2000 Şarkı Sözleri
chorus: this goes out to my brooklyn crew lay my game flat, what you wanna do talk all night, are we gonna screw? i´m talking ´bout me and you verse one: sauce money i like to push up on chicks like it´s the last record take ´em to the telly get buck passed naked let ´em feel the power, lick ´em if it don´t taste sour hit ´em in the shower for an hour give ´em that feeling, sauce money for real and let her get on top if there´s mirrors on the ceiling hit her so right that she wanna throw rice my device makes her say "damn, that nigga´s nice!" know i got wifey lay my cards when i pivot pass your seven digits if you´re with it sauce wanna give you the option for the boot knockin´ nine times outta ten it´s on and poppin´ ain´t no stopping victory´s in the air bring a friend next time let´s do it again bring your whole crew if you see through me and we can meet on the bqe and it goes like chorus (2x) verse two: sauce money, jay-z sauce money: had this bitch bragging, sauce had his tongue between my thighs lally-gaggin; huh, could you imagine shaking your tail just like a dragon here comes my worse flame in the morning hot 97 the first thing (deny it) hell yeah y´all don´t buy it i don´t eat no kind of fish if you can´t fry it but who knows maybe one day i´ll try it but for now slow down too much lip is killin´ your diet jay-z: can i get it what - get it wet when he hit it first can i get it next, shit you the best it ain´t wack to be with both of us, mami actually i´m eddie kane jr., that nigga me! you want me to feel what he feel when it´s tight and i know, he don´t be doing it right but it gets no liver than this, never lie on our dicks shit, we got nigga´s rides on our wrists play your cards right you´ll be driving the 6 shopping all day hoppin´ out in the dist. popping the crist., shit hoppin´ outta your wrist popping your shit, new york´s hottest bitch >from the ghetto to the stilletto´s but you gotta do it two times like an echo, y´all feelin´ that this is how we run it down the line nigga sauce goes first jigga next to rhyme chorus (2x) verse three: jay-z, sauce money jay-z i see you got a lot to get off your chest coat, blouse, bra-don´t talk me to death like murder´s on your mind mami, off the dress jigga ran game ´til i lost my breath sauce money last thing i need to know is what it costs for sex what you need to know is if i lost respect don´t have to worry if you do sauce correct i´ma bless that, bring my whole crew through, don´t even sweat that jay-z: uh, dime pieces i´m hittin´ sauce money: four in the morning frosted flakes in your kitchen jay-z: now you want me to start trickin´ i suppose sauce money: that´s when the first face off kicks in- "we don´t love these hoes!" chorus (2x) |
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