Lirik Lagu Pre Game - Sauce Money
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featuring Jay Z
[Sauce Money]I lay my gun fine ideas be as bright as the sunshineShook the rap game with just one lineWhen me and my niggaz combine all day you know what?Sometimes I run with mad niggaz who done timeHit you with eight from one nine now you showin the veinMy shells is like information go in your brainHoldin my slug before you squeeze em show em the loveBurn your fingertips so throw em a glove, understand meBefore my album drop, cop the Grammy, uncannyBought my first Role' from MannyDirty burners my crew never hand me, nigga we familyYou not, get shot, get caught slippin like Dexter Manleywith at least ten lead, spray right, paint your skin redDamn we, all the shit you can't beWe big time, you small time, real small like how an ant beMarcy, bust a shot for Metcalf, Tilo and DannyPeace to the Bureils, Cut Wop and StanleyBoom Moet and bow, my whole set is wildPast threats, frontin flash singles and that's bentFuck a bitch, you know the drillCut a chick or a suck a dick
[Jay-Z]Jigga, what the fuck?As a youth explosively, clappin off the roofShootin guard like Kobe, raised up slay smears and bo'eBack then, Gil was my codiene, Spanish Joseshowed me how to get the money niggaz owed meFast forward, no kids, six cars and three Role'sTwo cribs, trips to Cuba, sippin on UbaGot rap in a stupor, first to clap your group upfrom the Range with the ski rack, or six with the RugerShit, I light the motherfuckin soundproof booth upNew shit, y'all say the same shit like you're looped upYour rap's all lazy, Jigga the Black ScorceseWhat your album lack is more Jay-ZCode name: Jay-hovah, all pr
[Sauce Money]I lay my gun fine ideas be as bright as the sunshineShook the rap game with just one lineWhen me and my niggaz combine all day you know what?Sometimes I run with mad niggaz who done timeHit you with eight from one nine now you showin the veinMy shells is like information go in your brainHoldin my slug before you squeeze em show em the loveBurn your fingertips so throw em a glove, understand meBefore my album drop, cop the Grammy, uncannyBought my first Role' from MannyDirty burners my crew never hand me, nigga we familyYou not, get shot, get caught slippin like Dexter Manleywith at least ten lead, spray right, paint your skin redDamn we, all the shit you can't beWe big time, you small time, real small like how an ant beMarcy, bust a shot for Metcalf, Tilo and DannyPeace to the Bureils, Cut Wop and StanleyBoom Moet and bow, my whole set is wildPast threats, frontin flash singles and that's bentFuck a bitch, you know the drillCut a chick or a suck a dick
[Jay-Z]Jigga, what the fuck?As a youth explosively, clappin off the roofShootin guard like Kobe, raised up slay smears and bo'eBack then, Gil was my codiene, Spanish Joseshowed me how to get the money niggaz owed meFast forward, no kids, six cars and three Role'sTwo cribs, trips to Cuba, sippin on UbaGot rap in a stupor, first to clap your group upfrom the Range with the ski rack, or six with the RugerShit, I light the motherfuckin soundproof booth upNew shit, y'all say the same shit like you're looped upYour rap's all lazy, Jigga the Black ScorceseWhat your album lack is more Jay-ZCode name: Jay-hovah, all pr
