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i got sauce - futuristic lyrics

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[hook]
you know the name, she know it too
you bumping this, she coming through
i do my thing, you know it’s true
i’m doing me, who the f-ck is you?
f-ck swag, you know i got that sauce, sauce
you know i got that sauce, sauce
you know i got that sauce, sauce
f-ck swag, you know i got that sauce, sauce
you know i got that sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce

[verse 1]
it’s futuristic, the f is for farted on the game
f-ck them, f-ck them, f-ck them, f-ck them
old n-ggas john mccain, the f is for finally found the fame
or why the f-ck you wife that girl
then find out she got finer friends
designer frames, all mine is cartier
i be wilding, like that n-gga wake flocka flame
okay the f is for these funky -ss hoes, in the front row at my show knowing that they body stank, let me be frank, take a shower
i’m filthy fresh, like listerine and scented flowers
i shine like fire flies and spit fire like fricking bowser
flyer than the planes that got jacked and flew into the towers
fricking cowards, f-ck osama
flip him the finger, the same one i used to f-ck your momma
it’s futuristic and the f it stands for fabulous
no, i ain’t on no f-ggot sh-t, the f is for fantastic, b-tch

[hook]
you know the name, she know it too
you bumping this, she coming through
i do my thing, you know it’s true
i’m doing me, who the f-ck is you?
f-ck swag, you know i got that sauce, sauce
you know i got that sauce, sauce
you know i got that sauce, sauce
f-ck swag, you know i got that sauce, sauce
you know i got that sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce

[verse 2]
okay, the f is for these fronting faking fruit loop n-ggas
if it’s freaky friday, then i scoop two b-tches
and my flow is ferocious, i’m sicker than flu spitting
feeling furious, cause i’m ’bout to make it and you didn’t
the f is for ferrari, i’m a baller like amar’e
i’m f-cking the finest barbies, flow is cl-ssic, like atari
this ain’t the game, but you sorry, keep it moving, like a harley
got more green than a safari, i’m smoking that bob marley
i knew i shouldn’t of smoked, i forgot the f’s
but if it’s friday, i’m getting faded, like michael epps
count my hundreds and fifties, or feel latina breast
we flip the b-tches, then back to franklins and flipping checks
i could flow faster then twista and bizzy and busta combined
but i slow it down for these clowns
so they can repeat every one of my lines
you ain’t get that? take ya time
futuristic’s a f-cking monster like frankenstein

[hook]
you know the name, she know it too
you bumping this, she coming through
i do my thing, you know it’s true
i’m doing me, who the f-ck is you?
f-ck swag, you know i got that sauce, sauce
you know i got that sauce, sauce
you know i got that sauce, sauce
f-ck swag, you know i got that sauce, sauce
you know i got that sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce

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