Mike Frush - Drippin' Sawce

I'm dripping sauce dripping sauce
Throwback on my toes rocking retro dead stock
Count up everything but loss
I'm the motherfucking boss yeah
I'm dripping sauce dripping sauce
Please no photos lemme walk lemme walk
Issa thot, Issa nah
I might climb up in my Bentley rocket ship and blast off

Popping tags, everybody got a cost
If that's your chick well that's the chick you just lost
She a freak hoe, she get it from her mom
Dropped a molly in her own drink now she gone, yeah she gone
But she know what I want
TSA done held us up because the pussy too bomb
I got her calling out Allah (Praise Allah)
She don't know she fucking with a God (God damn)
And I ain't fucking less she got a bag, roger that
Shout-out to them girls that like to holla back, follow back
Told her holla if she got a snap
Ion give my number cause I prolly never call her back
Neck blue so cold Issa ice age
I ain't never liked a bitch the way I like chains
I like my ass like my blunts no lightweight
Finger fuck a Philly roll a 7 like a dice game

I'm dripping sauce dripping sauce
Throwback on my toes rocking retro dead stock
Count up everything but loss
I'm the motherfucking boss yeah
I'm dripping sauce dripping sauce
Please no photos lemme walk lemme walk
Issa thot, Issa nah
I might climb up in my Bentley rocket ship and blast off

One hunnid, two hunnid, blue hunnids
Mama raised a winner nah I never lose nothing
Except my my patience, for example when a dude bugging
Someone tell that ugly little bitch to come and do something (Pussy)
And I'm too fresh to die
Keep Versace on the belt with the pasta on the side
Yeah, everybody know me never seen you in my life
Think they need to quit lion they ain't running with the pride
I love Makonen but we going up on Monday
Bottle service got a model twerking on the runway
God is working, now her knees is hurting like it's Sunday
You can't sit with us boy you too soft look like a bundt cake

I'm dripping sauce dripping sauce
Throwback on my toes rocking retro dead stock
Count up everything but loss
I'm the motherfucking boss yeah
I'm dripping sauce dripping sauce
Please no photos lemme walk lemme walk
Issa thot, Issa nah
I might climb up in my Bentley rocket ship and blast off

Written by:
MIchael Frush

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