Dopeamean - Too Much Sauce (feat. June B) Lyrics

Dope-A-Mean
Aye
You know how it is when you just got too much sauce?
I done made it out the gutter, boy this shit was grace
I be low-key, I'm on my own, I just be kickin flav
I stack my money, pay my bills, make sure my people straight
It ain't no shame, ain't got no problems if they try ta hate
I got too much... I got too much sauce
I got too much... I got too much sauce
I got too much... I got too much sauce
I got too much... I got too much sauce
Too much sauce, might catch it drippin off
Onto a burger, that's the same beef they talkin bout
I'm dirty south, southpaw, and an outlaw
Got ya baby mama sucking dick until her mouth raw
I need a big clock, too much flav
I need a big hug, too much hate
I need a throw away, too much fake
I'm getting cake, doe boyz be half baked
Ricky lake, yeah my pockets B.B. dub
Got me sippin champagne in a modified tube
Got beef, get a modified slug
I got ants in my pants, James Brown cut a rug
I done made it out the gutter, boy this shit was grace
I be low-key, I'm on my own, I just be kickin flav
I stack my money, pay my bills, make sure my people straight
It ain't no shame, ain't got no problems if they try ta hate
I got too much... I got too much sauce
I got too much... I got too much sauce
I got too much... I got too much sauce
I got too much... I got too much sauce
The last time I seen her, say,"My sauce too much!"
Fruity-Pebbles in a duch, it don't cost too much
I'm dunkin on these lame because they talk too much
And when it's time to buy Chanel, they say it cost too much
I'm bossin-up, I'm flossing-up
Kobe Bryant in the clutch
You going Dutch, I double-up
You flex enough for both of us
I'm true to this, you new to this
Chopper with my dollie click
Smith & Westen, tooling shit
Never quit, I'm too legit
Stannin in marathon when that glock froze up
Hitting fences, jumpin trenches when them cops showed-up
Some of y'all should have been dead
So count your blessings
Big bank take little bank, you learned ya lesson?
I done made it out the gutter, boy this shit was grace
I be low-key, I'm on my own, I just be kickin flav
I stack my money, pay my bills, make sure my people straight
It ain't no shame, ain't got no problems if they try ta hate
I got too much... I got too much sauce
I got too much... I got too much sauce
I got too much... I got too much sauce
I got too much... I got too much sauce