dip-n-sauce

shawty see this sauce

i guess that's why she wanna dip though

i'm who these bitches feel

they know the deal

they on my pickle

hope the way i drip these haters don't think i'm a lick though

i can't afford to slip that's why i'm grippin' on my pistol

i'm riding with that four-oh

oh-yeah-yeah-yeah

i might take your hoe-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah

pedal to the floor-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah

racing to that dough-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah

headed to them dollar signs

big ol' 40 on my side

whippin'

grippin'

on her thighs

shawty blow me while i drive

i'm connected

that's my word like written in cursive

gucci shades

lookin' clean up in them glasses

dish detergent

i'm scott hall and i'm curt hennig

clothes is dripping

mr. perfect

bitch

i'm splurging

bad bitch slurping

i hope i don't get to swervin'

i be gettin' brain while i'm switchin' lanes

feelin' like the rain

drip on everything

i'm flyer than a plane

he think shit a game

he must wanna feel the rain like he eddie cane

you could get it

pistol grippin'

i ain't slippin'

ghost busters

i was trappin'

all them niggas called me winston

bitch

i am of no religion

but my louboutins are christian

got that bag

you know i'm drippin'

when i tee up

it ain't lipton

shawty see this sauce

i guess that's why she wanna dip though

i'm who these bitches feel

they know the deal

they on my pickle

hope the way i drip these haters don't think i'm a lick though

i can't afford to slip that's why i'm grippin' on my pistol

i'm riding with that four-oh

oh-yeah-yeah-yeah

i might take your hoe-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah

pedal to the floor-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah

racing to that dough-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah

girl

put your two feet up

slide up in that pussy with like two fingers and make it juicier

she throwin' deuces up

she left her ex and met the executioner

i got them other niggas faded like a boosie cut

girl

we gon give 'em hell like they was lucifer

now cut the music

it's just the two of us and my 40 cal

you know it move with us

don't ruin my money

all she wanna do is fuck

just tell your ex he better keep it cool because i will shoot shit up

she said god sent the male of her dreams

but i'm just racing to that door like the bell from the ring

she said she can't wait til we get home to get this dick though

chokeslam a bitch up on a bed

i think i'm big show

pull her back and cock it

now she bustin' like my pistol

right after that we get dough

you know how this shit go

shawty see this sauce

i guess that's why she wanna dip though

i'm who these bitches feel

they know the deal

they on my pickle

hope the way i drip these haters don't think i'm a lick though

i can't afford to slip that's why i'm grippin' on my pistol

i'm riding with that four-oh

oh-yeah-yeah-yeah

i might take your hoe-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah

pedal to the floor-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah

racing to that dough-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah