Survivor - Secret Sauce Radio

Filthy ain't I Innocent, but born a thug My society place priority on the drugs Half a kilos Nervous lookin out the peephole Project buildings Buzzin the wrong niggas in .38 revolver hopin I don't have to touch it Toilet seat up, hopin I don't have to flush it Brown liquor, pocket full of big bills T.A.C. in the [?] bitch nigga You now listenin to a rich nigga And still I let the hammer off Law couldn't beat him, my niggas is up north Higher than a mawfucka You ain't with it no more, I might have to fuck her I'm sorry in the morning nigga But you wasn't really mine nigga Diamonds in that nodia Jet lag, I just landed in Laguardia Talk shit, my niggas is gon body ya One call, shooters comin in a hurry for me I ain't trippin, hatin comin with the territory Put niggas in the ground, get them buried for me When you accustomed to winning, then it's forever glory Yeah nobody could cover for me If you ain't used to gettin money, that's another story Niggas goin back and forth, tryna tug-of-war me I'm turned on by the drama, the love tho bore me My heart pours out to those who suffer before me As long as it ain't "broke", give a fuck what you call me All I'm doing is living, how the fuck could you fault me Bitches is loving a nigga, the suckas is salty Ahhh Yeah, the difference is green Plus they see you jumpin in and out of different machines .40 with the hollows or either the.05 with the beam L-O-X y'all niggas know we just a different regime, what! Sunday to Sunday I'm praying to make one day Came from the hood but a nigga be on the runway Headed to the money you know the ticket is one way I don't want a problem if I do - Gunplay These the last days Roaches in the ashtray High speed chases, life in the fast lanes Re-lace with wax, cadillacs with gatlings D-bo kilos, fractions the factions [?] probably looking for action [?], Jacksons shitload of them Franklins I ain't gotta a gun and I betchu I sneak the shank in 5 Star General lift you ass in the rankings And I don't want beef, I'm a vegan Gimme a reason to point to who I'm leading I show these rap niggas a heathen They don't know the half, I laugh when squeezin L-O-X You already fucking know If you don't Find out Fucking cocksuckers

To Bass be the glory (Oh my, du-du-du, huh, bu-bu) Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah (Yeah, bow) Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah (Blat, blat) Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah (Yeah, oh my, du-du-du, blatt) Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, uh (Yeah, yeah, uh) Sauce on ya, nigga, got the sauce on me, uh (I got sauce) Boss, like a young nigga with sauce on me, uh (Like I'm fucking Ross) Pull up on your shawty, have her sauce on it, yeah (Like I fuckin' spilled) Sauce on ya, nigga, got the sauce on me (Like I fucking killed) Huh, do not be alarmed, this is just for fun (You know what the fuck I'm saying? Ay-ay-ay) It's a carnival ride (Yeah) Yeah, yeah (Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, yuh) All them fancy cunts said they wanna bring me home, yeah Shawty, why you stalling, are you gonna give me dome, yeah (Uh) I'm not disrespectful, I just really wanna cum, yeah (Yeah) I don't wanna talk, yeah (Oh my, oh my) Question one, what she ask me? (Yeah) Pull up, uh, with two white bitches, Mary-Kate, Ashley (Oh my) Yuh, yeah, yeah (Yeah) yeah They gon' smash me (Yeah) If they talk too much, I'm gonna fuck around and pass 'em Sauce on ya nigga, got the sauce on me (I got sauce) Boss, like a young nigga with sauce on me (Like I'm fucking Ross) Pull up on your shawty, have her sauce on it (Like I fuckin' spilled) Sauce on ya nigga, got the sauce on me (Like I fucking killed) Huh? (Woah, huh?) Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah (Oh my) Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah (Yeah, bow) Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah (Blat, blaow) Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah (Oh my, blaow) Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, uh Sauce on ya, nigga, got the sauce on me, uh Boss, like a young nigga with sauce on me, uh Pull up on your shawty, have her sauce on it, yeah Sauce on ya nigga, got the sauce on me, yeah, huh