Ginger Trill - Cold Di$h (Revenge)

I whip the sauce
And let you do the dishes
From a cloth that was true religious
Fear of God in my genes
The pursuit of riches
Niggaz lost up in the scene
So they move suspicious
There's a cost to being boss
But it's too expensive
When you talking to the Don
You gotta do the wisdom
Chase ya dreams
Instead of chasing women
Young niggaz making cream
Just to taste the biscuits
Make it in this shady business
And escape the system
I was taught to play the villain
And you'll make a killing
In da motherfucking building
Stack your money to the ceiling
What a motherfucking feeling
Ain't nobody fucking with us
If they unfamiliar

I whip the sauce
Whip the sauce
I whip the sauce
Till that shit is froth
I whip the sauce
Till that shit is froth
I whip the sauce
Till that bitch froth
I whip the sauce
Till that shit is froth
I whip the sauce
Till that shit is froth

If at first you don't succeed
Then try again
Ain't no use in crying over
What might have been
I spit fire phlegm
Laviathon
Look, I am him
I'm meditating
Reciting hyms
In the lion's den
I woke up chose violence
I am not ya friend
The Don flow
I'm in God mode
The messiah's pen
I spit harder
My aura Is what define a king
I'm Vince carter
Entire arm up inside the thing
Uh
Slick wordsmith
Flip verses
My wrist hurting
Been serving
Pitch perfect
kick cursive
Since birth
I been nurtured
The gift to flip curses
Turn 'em to sick sermons
The kid swerving
Kill vermin
Big birkin
I'm in there
Swim wear
You still searching
I been rare
Ric flare
You big nervous
You bitch stare
Like shit yeah
I been curved it nigga

Written by:
Tshegofatso Seroalo

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