Lyrics Gucci Mane (Sauce) - Rexx Life Raj

Gucci Mane (Sauce)

Is it hard to be fresh if you don’t have money or can you still pull it off?
See when I had no money I still had sauce, so if you don’t got no sauce,
then you’re lost
But you can also get lost in the sauce
In the sauce, In the sauce, In the sauce, In the sauce
I’m Gucci Mane, the nigga with the sauce
Everything costs when she dealing with a boss
I’m Gucci Mane, don’t get lost in the sauce
They throw salt cause their whole team lost
We Gucci Mane, and still got the sauce
In the sauce, In the sauce, In the sauce, In the sauce
I’m Gucci Mane, the nigga with the (sauce)
Sauce, could have been a nugget, dipped
Nah we ain’t ballin' on a budget that’s for them
You a freak, damn we could get it in
She can put a Sprite can in her mouth, old school little pimp
And there’s more room for your friends
Tell them laugh up in the Benz
And tell me where that AUX cord is I might slap some Gucci, get it lit
All in the sauce
Are you lost in the sauce?
Bish gonna get lost in the sauce, know what I’m saying?
Know what I mean?
Overdosed on sauce
That’s what it is
No meat, just sauce
In the sauce, In the sauce, In the sauce, In the sauce
I’m Gucci Mane, the nigga with the sauce
Everything costs when she dealing with a boss
I’m Gucci Mane, don’t get lost in the sauce
They throw salt cause their whole team lost
We Gucci Mane, and still got the sauce
In the sauce, In the sauce, In the sauce, In the sauce
I’m Gucci Mane, the nigga with the (sauce)
I’m a sauce dripping, Henny sipping nigga filled with wisdom dropping knowledge,
you ain’t gotta pay tuition
Probably gotta pocket full of dip
Precis that I’m spitting hope they manifest into drugs and hella women
Oh I need hella women
We just wanna live like a television
American dream that, Wu Tang Cream
Said her car’s in the shop, she’s still stuck on eat
Give me a large Aquafina and a ten on three
That should get us to the Biddy, my part dose of acid got me trippy
I’m from Berkeley, I might be a hippie
I can never trip cause I got riders rolling with me
Rolling logs big enough that we can float to Mississippi
And we not turning off, ay, feet popping like it’s lip gloss
Real dad, not an in-law if you get an invite, you won’t recognize us cause I’m
covered-
In the sauce, In the sauce, In the sauce, In the sauce
I’m Gucci Mane, the nigga with the sauce
Everything costs when she dealing with a boss
I’m Gucci Mane, don’t get lost in the sauce
They throw salt cause their whole team lost
We Gucci Mane, and still got the sauce
In the sauce, In the sauce, In the sauce, In the sauce
I’m Gucci Mane, the nigga with the (sauce)
When you’re born, can you be born with sauce or do you acquire sauce?
No you ain’t born with sauce
You get sauce from…
How you gonna be born with seasoning?
You gotta get seasoned, I was born without the sauce
I had to acquire the sauce…