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Correct I Got Sauce Lyrics
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Correct I Got Sauce
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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 fuck is you? Fuck swag, you know I got that sauce, sauce You know I got that sauce, sauce You know I got that sauce, sauce Fuck 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 Fuck them, fuck them, fuck them, fuck them Old niggas John McCain, the F is for finally found the fame Or why the fuck you wife that girl Then find out she got finer friends Designer frames, all mine is Cartier I be wilding, like that nigga Wake Flocka Flame Okay the F is for these funky ass 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, fuck Osama Flip him the finger, the same one I used to fuck your momma It's Futuristic and the F it stands for fabulous No, I ain't on no faggot shit, the F is for fantastic, bitch [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 fuck is you? Fuck swag, you know I got that sauce, sauce You know I got that sauce, sauce You know I got that sauce, sauce Fuck 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 niggas If it's freaky Friday, then I scoop two bitches 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 fucking the finest barbies, flow is classic, 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 bitches, 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 fucking 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 fuck is you? Fuck swag, you know I got that sauce, sauce You know I got that sauce, sauce You know I got that sauce, sauce Fuck swag, you know I got that sauce, sauce You know I got that sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
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