Chris Webby – Sauce Lyrics

Lyrics Sauce – Chris Webby

I came to pass the blunt around
I f**k around
But y’all already knew that s**t
And I run the whole game, untamed
Bringin’ bags to the bank
Yeah, I really do that s**t
And I’m rollin’ with the top-back
Run that track
With a bad little b**ch with a butt that’s fat
And a pocket full of Adderall
I’m just here to have a ball
After all I got the sauce that y’all lack

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 s**t
Y’all can’t even call my line

My inbox always filled
Like my bottle of pills
Thank God for modern medicine
My Doctor refills
However you feel
If you get to steppin’ for real
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
Killin’ this s**t is so easy

I came to pass the blunt around
I f**k around
But y’all already knew that s**t
And I run the whole game, untamed
Bringin’ bags to the bank
Yeah I really do that s**t
And I’m rollin’ with the top-back
Run that track
With a bad little b**ch with a butt that’s fat
And a pocket full of Adderall
I’m just here to have a ball
After all I got the sauce that y’all lack

I got the sauce like mousse .. 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 steez
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
Wrappin’ up like I been learnin’ how to mummify
So I wonder why
They still askin’ who the f**k am I
Here, let me summarize

I came to pass the blunt around
I f**k around
But y’all already knew that s**t
And I run the whole game, untamed
Bringin’ bags to the bank
Yeah I really do that s**t
And I’m rollin’ with the top-back
Run that track
With a bad little b**ch with a butt that’s fat
And a pocket full of Adderall
I’m just here to have a ball
After all I got the sauce that y’all lack…

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