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Ilajide - Soul Sauce (Geechi Water) lyrics

Artist: Ilajide

album: #0414917


Been a high time playa bitch
Take shit for me to slay a bitch
Can't believe I used to save a bitch
Now I get back to the paper bitch
Twelve point
Times new
Double space
Get up out my face
It ain't bout the pay
Don't be askin collabin and rappin my nigga is not in play
Lajide--that is how you say my name if you gang gang
Never been the one for that thang thang
But all the white people think we same same
Yuh yuh
So you know I gotta get to the flow
Love it when she drop that thang on the flo
All my niggas be like whats on the flo
Gettin progressive like my name is flo
Uh yuh
Get you a quote or summ in this bitch
Nigga mix nigga master record write got beats up in this bitch
Sell you a hit, all for the low
If a nigga blow then nigga I blow
Now I know that opportunity be knockin
Hold up nigga lemme get to tha door
Get out my wayyy bitch I'm on a wave
Just like a gaaame bitch I'm on a wave
Nigga my curl pattern be on wave
Hit yo bitch booty nigga make it wave
Ayeee
Nigga get paid every day
Ayeee
Nigga ayee laid everyday
Ayee
Stack the chips I hit the lick maybe infinite ask a nigga how it taste
Geechi water nigga ho
Yuh geechi wata nigga bitch (yuh)
Geechi water nigga ho
Yuh geechi wata nigga bitch (yuh)
Geechi water nigga ho
Yuh geechi wata nigga bitch (yuh)
Everybody linin up
All you bitches want a drip (yuh)
Hit the pussy then I see you later
Every time I hit nigga gettin greater
Got them bitches stuck up like a Elevator
Nigga then I hit em with the percolator nigga (woo)
Breaking it down wit my right hand
Flippin the sauce wit my otha hand
Evil kanevil a stunna man
Broke a huhnit need anotha band
They tryna keep me from the motherland so Ima get a dashiki
Look up hidden colors couple timesss now nigga back to the geechi
No geechie Suede
This is it we paid
Be beatin the game up without a save
They wanna know how can he make it bang
I'm special ed nigga I got it made
Get marmalade
I told her already why lil mama late
To count all the money really take a day
And thirty seconds just to throw it away (aye)
You already know I'm drippin got them bitches trippin
Cause a nigga missin million women
And they kitten need a fixin whippin lickin sticken dickin in and out the chicken
Geechi water nigga ho
Yuh geechi wata nigga bitch (yuh)
Geechi water nigga ho
Yuh geechi wata nigga bitch (yuh)
Geechi water nigga ho
Yuh geechi wata nigga bitch (yuh)
Everybody linin up
All you bitches want a drip (yuh)
Let me explain it just a little
Im rollin the swagger up in a riddle
Over a helluva instrumental
I did em both that's coincidental
I want me a bitch that's oriental
Sipping the sauce man (yuh yuh)
I spend what it cost man (yuh yuh)
Bitch Ima boss man (yuh yuh)
After nigga take another shot I swear to god a nigga gonna be on fire
If a brotha take a notha shot from crooked coppa oh my god then nigga Ima fire
If you really wanna we can do this shit
They don't really wanna see us drip
They just wanna see two niggas trip
Make em strip and put em in the pit
Oh shit
Did you see me momma wonder heaven even got a tv momma?
I be drippin on em with the geechi wata Sonnin everybody I don't need a father
Call me daddy call me daddy I the papi I the Papi
Slappy assy make her happy
From the backie from the backie make it clappy make it clappy (ooo daddy make it snappy)
Geechi water nigga ho
Yuh geechi wata nigga bitch (yuh)
Geechi water nigga ho
Yuh geechi wata nigga bitch (yuh)
Geechi water nigga ho
Yuh geechi wata nigga bitch (yuh)
Everybody linin up
All you bitches want a drip (yuh)

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