KenDaBarber - Sauce

I got the drip
I got the sauce
Seasoned the bag
This barbecue hot
Light up the space
I'm going to Mars
I'm filling the air
With gas it's too strong
Money too long
I stack and I ball
Stay crosssing you niggas
And checking my flaws
Your shorty on call
She know what I'm on
I send her a text
Then she dropping her drawls

Shawty a freak
She loving my meat
I stay in the kitchen
Don't work at Arby's
I'm seizing the game
Just holding the ball
Call all of the plays
And booking the shows
I'm going city to city
And state to state
Not paying nobody
To take me away
Dripping on niggas
My sauce is too crazy
My flow always different
It's never complacent
Might build up
An empire on niggas
She act like Taraji P. Henson
I'm staying on go never chilling
That's why you see
I'm always whipping
The sounds that you hear I be mixing
The ice that I wear
It be dripping
The gas that you smell
I was selling
The taste of my sauce is appealing
Your girl in my crib
And she chilling
Just pouring out feelings
She tellin your business
Cause she wanna hit me
I tell her to leave
but you know she ain't with it
She begging me please
I said Shorty you tripping
She got on her knees
For yo brother he different
And charged her a fee
Just to keep it discreet
The reason I left
Because shit had me weak

I got the drip and the sauce
You see that I'm ballin
Rick Ross
Refer me as Ken
I'm the DaBoss
I came up from
Taking a loss
I stand on my own
Never fall
I learned from
Just breaking the law
I can't be replaced
Like a cloth

I got the drip
I got the sauce
Flipping these chickens
This barbecue hot
Light up the space
I'm going to Mars
I'm filling the air
With gas it's too strong
Money too long
I stack and I ball
Stay crosssing you niggas
And checking my flaws
Your shorty on call
She know what I'm on
I send her a text
Then she dropping her drawls

Written by:
Ken Barber

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