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that you really can't know
Really can't know
I got the sauce and it drip on the floor
Bigger they are the harder they fall
Be in my feelings but can't

to move on the Don
Nigga say they got sauce but they're not the pupon
Flooded stones that were shopped on Groupon
I sip merlot with the French onion soup,

than sesame (run it up)
Cooking that dope I got  sauce and the recipe (skirt)
Maniac killing the beat stop playing with me
They thought I was sleep but

the lettuce, add onion rings
Jimmy John's is fast and freaky
but the cash they charge is kinda sneaky
If I'm spendin' double digit bucks
I'm gonna get

hustling
Smokin weed know I’m lit at the function
Booty shaped like a onion
Fuckin on that bitch for an hour no bustin
Yeah we stayin on our paper chase
No

F Cancer

Young Thug

F Cancer

2016

niggas missing
And I'm whipping like I'm gifted
You can catch me in the kitchen, hey
I don't want no brown I want a syrup bottle
I put it down and then

if he have to
Even got a .38, don't give me no hastle
When that little brown book in your pocket read Mathew's
Jesus Christ, brothers around here stick

Everybody Down

Slaughterhouse

Slaughterhouse

2011

walking around with a sour
Kraut and onions, buns and ketchup mustard, relish
Wow, I think I'm a fart, everybody down

I don't want the crown, I rock

boats if he have to
Even got a .38, don't give me no hassle
When that little brown book in your pocket read Mathew's
Jesus Christ, brothers around here

dream, ain't no split decisions
Watch me cut this bitch off, I'mma need some scissors
Mama in the kitchen, hot sauce on them chitlins
I was always

like a car show, I gotta dub him (I'm out)
I like a nigga who can serve D
And can go serve an onion
Watch This
Watch This
Watch This
Watch This
Watch

snort with nose as we hitting the interlude, my boy 
Get the liquor we stick to the brown like she fuck with some enemas, pause
oh no no no just strap up

Ground-up meat salted and stuffed
Back into entrails
Dried smoked seasoned or pickled
Over any spud
Saute with onions and pepper
Boil in beer

a rockstar
No Malone Post
I'm a New York Ranger
Young Ke-mo sah-bee
Shoutout to my melanated pretty brown mamis
Calling out my haters sorta like Brown Kwame

to level up like a boss
Yea, they're salty but it's perfect for my sauce

Popped a tab and now I parlay with the stars
I've got moonrocks in my paper, yea

Shurrup shurrup shurrup
E talk say wetti?
Run mob, talk, Young
Krrh
Shurrup, shhup!
Listen
I no di make dirty for public (No)
I cook all ma sauce in

My nigga ball no be Ronaldo
I got the sauce no be tomato
Oya commot road
Yung boss no be small pikin
Yung boss no be small pikin
Fuck the fame when

de Dios yea, nunca despacito
Soy verdadero amigo, 
no falso como quico
confía en lo que te digo

tengo el sauce yo soy el cocinero
estamos de acuerdo

she eating a snack
Just like a triple cheeseburger
Melt your face off
Triple cheeseburger yellow tape on him
Triple cheeseburger red sauce drip
Triple

Brown
Baby you know what I'm sayin'?
Took her to the backseat
Whum whum nigga we get it in
But here's the crazy part though
Remember homie we slit

But I'm daydreamin' daydreamin'
You got me daydreamin' daydreamin'
Brown lips Brown skin Brown eyes
Got me hypnotized
Way you walk way you talk
It's

So many
So many
Yeah
So many
So many
Yeah

Don G got the sauce innit

Now you been tested
Look at the time you invested
Look at the mirror reflection

spliff brown bottle Hennessy pon d rocks
Yea ah so me do thing different
So me fulla class with a elegant touch
Yea me fulla pepper sauce
Neva play catch

Bobby, Bobby, Bobby Brown
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby Brown


All my dawgs stay strapped up with them pieces
When I walk in the fucking price increases