Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sauce Boyz, artist - The Diplomats. Date of issue: 06.11.2018
Song language: English
Sauce Boyz |
| Heatmakerz |
| Crack Music |
| We just tryin' to be more diplomatic in certain situations |
| But don’t ever forget, don’t ever think that we slippin' or lackin' |
| Hrgh, I started with a grand of pack |
| Once I finished, then re-up and then I ran it back |
| Parked in front the buildin', I was watchin' where my grandma at |
| Seems like everybody watchin' through a camera snap |
| Checked the manifest and asked the pilot where we landin' at |
| Jumpin' off the isle while we dockin' where the sand was at |
| She love the sauce boss and I be drippin' like candle wax |
| This Bentley four-door is like the straw that broke the camel back |
| I was watchin' all these rappers rockin' fanny packs |
| I was askin' myself, «What kind of man is that?» |
| And that’s a shot muhfucka, can you handle that? |
| Make a phone call and have you parkin' where it’s handicap |
| And all these questions they be askin', me and Cam are back |
| It’s Diplomats for life, muhfucka, and I stand on that (Dipset!) |
| Two desert eagles like the eagle in my chain |
| This game is like a drug, that’s like a needle to the vein |
| Killa been said there’s no needin' to explain |
| 'Cause these selfish muhfuckas don’t appreciate the game |
| They don’t appreciate this shit |
| It’s like they copped a new car, it just depreciates and shit |
| Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk |
| You could see it drippin', spillin' off, spillin' off |
| Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce |
| Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce |
| Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk |
| See it drippin', spillin' off, spillin' off |
| Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce |
| Them boyz got the sauce, Dipset bitch |
| Slurp it up like spaghetti hoe |
| Got that sauce, got that flavor, that oregano |
| Kept it on me but I kept it low |
| Only time I let it show is when I let it go |
| Santana, hoe, you already know |
| Yeah, neck lookin' like the levees broke |
| Still got that perico straight from Mexico |
| 'Bout my paper, every decimal |
| I ain’t French but all my bitches c’est si bon |
| No time to love 'em, I just fuck 'em and I let 'em go |
| Uh, gigalo, Deuce Bigalow |
| Gotta hit her with the give-and-go |
| They all birds, gotta let 'em roam |
| When you see me, boy salute me, I’m a general |
| Or end up on my plate gettin' ate like a dinner roll |
| Still ridin' high, leanin' low |
| Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk |
| You could see it drippin', spillin' off, spillin' off |
| Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce |
| Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce |
| Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk |
| See it drippin', spillin' off, spillin' off |
| Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce |
| Them boyz got the sauce, Dipset bitch |
| Santa, yeah I’ma hit the bank, then to my crib with the lake |
| Inside a catfish, I don’t mean no picture prank |
| I’m talkin' 'bout my dinner plate, mac and finished steak |
| What about my vegetables? |
| Watch carats in the face |
| Did I indicate, baby you lookin' in the face |
| Of a man that every other month go out some different place |
| So fix your face, we flyin', fuck the interstate |
| You could bring a couple friends, the others I’ll eliminate |
| She said why? |
| 'Cause it’s like the playoffs |
| Takin' some days off, you comin' or not girl? |
| This is the addy, be there or be square, 10 a.m. is the takeoff |
| No time to tongue wrestle |
| 200K here on this young bezel |
| She left in a Camry, Plan B |
| It ain’t my fault that she can’t see |
| Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk |
| You could see it drippin', spillin' off, spillin' off |
| Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce |
| Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce |
| Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk |
| See it drippin', spillin' off, spillin' off |
| Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce |
| Them boyz got the sauce, dipset bitch |