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sauce - chris webby lyrics

[chorus:]
i came to pass the blunt around (blunt around)
i f*ck around (i f*ck around)
but y’all already knew that sh*t (yeah)
and i run the whole game, untamed
bringin’ bags to the bank (uh)
yeah i really do that sh*t
and i’m rollin’ with the top–back (top–back)
run that track
with a bad little b*tch with a b*tt that’s fat (woo)
and a pocket full of adderall
i’m just here to have a ball
after all i got the sauce that y’all lack
[verse 1]
got the sauce like heinz
off in time, seat up in my cars
reclined, i’m off
so don’t fall behind
check lost and found
i think i really lost my mind
call my bluff?
sh*t, y’all can’t even call my line
my inbox always filled
like my bottle of pills
thank god for [?] medicine
my doctor refills
howеver you feel, if you get to steppin’ for rеal
i’ll pull up with my dogs and coupe
cruella deville
with the syllables
i be villainous, brain limitless
never follow rules, i rule the school syllabus
undergrounds the land of which i am indigenous
and i grew up in a few methods of photosynthesis
puttin’ down roots in the game that go deeply
carve out my own lane and flow freely
for w*e*b*b*y believe me
k!llin’ this sh*t is so easy
[chorus:]
i came to pass the blunt around (blunt around)
i f*ck around (i f*ck around)
but y’all already knew that sh*t (yeah)
and i run the whole game, untamed
bringin’ bags to the bank (uh)
yeah i really do that sh*t
and i’m rollin’ with the top–back (top–back)
run that track
with a bad little b*tch with a b*tt that’s fat (woo)
and a pocket full of adderall
i’m just here to have a ball
after all i got the sauce that y’all lack

[verse 2]
i got the sauce like [?] jaws’ll drop
when i spit it, written her off the top
like a balding spot, i’m scalding hot
jackass johnny knoxville
still the real deal, i karate chop
you with the force in a major way
that just be my day to day
pull up in the ufo
shoot you with a laser ray
little bit of powder on the counter that’s a fade away
cuttin’ lines like a peaky blinder with the razor blade
gotta make a way
i play the whole keeps
ridin’ dirty in the range and duckin’ the police
got a cold st**z while i run these dope beats
get my record spins like it got drunk and smoked weed
yeah they know it’s webby with the rollin’ paper double wide (yeah)
wrappin’ up like i been learnin’ how to mummify
so i wonder why
they still askin’ who the f*ck am i?
here, let me summarize
[chorus:]
i came to pass the blunt around (blunt around)
i f*ck around (i f*ck around)
but y’all already knew that sh*t (yeah)
and i run the whole game, untamed
bringin’ bags to the bank (uh)
yeah i really do that sh*t
and i’m rollin’ with the top–back (top–back)
run that track
with a bad little b*tch with a b*tt that’s fat (woo)
and a pocket full of adderall
i’m just here to have a ball
after all i got the sauce that y’all lack

- chris webby lyrics

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