Saucing, it's all that I drip
Count up those dollars at home at the crib
I be out bossing, you know what it is
Van Nuys to Slauson, they're playing my shit
I've been out rocking since summer '06
Adding maracas to chords and some kicks
I've been out cordially hitting them licks
I've been outscoring and hitting your bitch
I've been a heathen out running my demons
I'm running with speed on the track like Adidas
We roll up the reefer
You know that we keep it
You niggas be reaching
We don't f*ck with leeches
My brothers my keeper
The fake shit we see through
I don't be f*cking with people
Realest one here, there's no sequel
A real horror flick, there's no equal
Bitch I'm a God (you know it)
King of the sauce (coldest)
Thinking you hard (bogus)
Nigga I'm Harder (you bogus)
Come for the slaughter, hold it
My alma mater know it
I know my momma notice
The whip that she drives, she own it
Smiles the Grinner - Ill God Lyrics
Smiles the Grinner - Ill God Lyrics
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Saucing, it's all that I drip
Count up those dollars at home at the crib
I be out bossing, you know what it is
Van Nuys to Slauson, they're playing my shit
I've been out rocking since summer '06
Adding maracas to chords and some kicks
I've been out cordially hitting them licks
I've been outscoring and hitting your bitch
I've been a heathen out running my demons
I'm running with speed on the track like Adidas
We roll up the reefer
You know that we keep it
You niggas be reaching
We don't f*ck with leeches
My brothers my keeper
The fake shit we see through
I don't be f*cking with people
Realest one here, there's no sequel
A real horror flick, there's no equal
Bitch I'm a God (you know it)
King of the sauce (coldest)
Thinking you hard (bogus)
Nigga I'm Harder (you bogus)
Come for the slaughter, hold it
My alma mater know it
I know my momma notice
The whip that she drives, she own it
Count up those dollars at home at the crib
I be out bossing, you know what it is
Van Nuys to Slauson, they're playing my shit
I've been out rocking since summer '06
Adding maracas to chords and some kicks
I've been out cordially hitting them licks
I've been outscoring and hitting your bitch
I've been a heathen out running my demons
I'm running with speed on the track like Adidas
We roll up the reefer
You know that we keep it
You niggas be reaching
We don't f*ck with leeches
My brothers my keeper
The fake shit we see through
I don't be f*cking with people
Realest one here, there's no sequel
A real horror flick, there's no equal
Bitch I'm a God (you know it)
King of the sauce (coldest)
Thinking you hard (bogus)
Nigga I'm Harder (you bogus)
Come for the slaughter, hold it
My alma mater know it
I know my momma notice
The whip that she drives, she own it
Writer: Ismail Davis
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