Sauce Twinz – Moon

Sauce Twinz – Moon Lyrics

Artist: Sauce Twinz
Song: Moon

(Chamberlain, he’s got it)
Get full off that gas, b#tch, 93 bags, full of that gas
Get full off that gas, b#tch, 93 bags, go straight to the moon
Get full off that gas, b#tch, 93 bags, then I go straight

Get full off that gas, b#tch, 93 bags, then I go straight to the moon
Got a lil’ b#tch wanna eat my dick, she like, “Sanchy, get a room”
Then I looked at the b#tch like, “Ho, you slick, what I look like, Boo-Boo the fool?”
I’m a motherf#ckin’ pimp, I ain’t payin’ for sh#t, stupid b#tch better pay her dues

Got tools on tools like mechanics
And them 7.62s automatic
Got a whole gun store in the attic
Put a body on the pole like a dancer

Send a shooter through your roof like it’s Santa
Hurricane sh#t, n#gg#, red bandanas
Hit your b#tch with the hammer [?]
So many jewels, might knock [?]

Get your groove back, she feeling like Stella
Mexican b#tch got bricks, Griselda
But she’d rather break tricks, that’s Elda
Big Bird, send hits, drop feathers

Make a n#gg# body drop, my pleasure
b#tch eat my dick with no hands, I’m a Tesla
Then I bodyslam the p#ss#, I’m a wrestler, uh
Ride in the whip with the tool on

Had school [?] n#gg#, guess what I do? Get head in the school zone
And everybody seen the b#tch give me head when the light was on red
‘Cause the motherf#ckin’ roof gone
Kill a n#gg#, put the motherf#ckin’ noose on

And you ain’t even gotta lace your boots on
Any n#gg# try to fight, p#ss# boy die tonight
This a motherf#ckin’ shootin’ zone, ooh
I was gon’ stop, but I keep goin’

I be at the studio while my ho hoein’
b#tch came back, froze one arm
Another b#tch came back, froze two arms
Got ’em lookin’ like Sandra P, what is you on?

Two white b#tches on the futon
b#tches pay me, no coupon
Puerto Rican b#tches love me like I’m Big Pun
Bought the Maybach, I’m a big don

n#gg# got sauce like Kim Son
So H-Town, call me Enron
n#gg# cross me, that’s an and-one
Take a n#gg# soul like [?]

And I’m pimpin’ on a b#tch, that’s for sh#t sure
If it’s smoke, then I’m lightin’ up the Crisco
Diamonds dancin’ on my neck, b#tch, disco
Okay, I’m done, f#ck it

Ahh
Psych
Walk put swangers on a big bike
Poured a whole twelve in a lil’ Sprite

Sung on a b#tch, McKnight
Called up Virgil, got my ‘fit right
My shirt green, but it’s Off-White
My car look like a house, right

Backseat long like a couch, right
Hurt a n#gg# b#tch, made her ouch, right
Louis V bathrobe
I f#cked the b#tch with a Louis V mask on

My Louis V flag on
Her p#ss# supreme, we get our collab on
I’m Drippy the Dragon
I drip out to Asia and show her my bag long

My b#tch on a cash phone
She take a few pictures and [?] apps on
Subscribe with your card on
She poppin’ that #ss and it gave you a hard-on

My Bentley is hard on
And you done paid for it [?] from your smartphone
I spit like a harpoon
When I’m on the track eatin’ white shark, holmes

The f#ck you done drunk on?
You big on that liquor, get your #ss shrunk, holmes
Ooh-wee
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From the album:
Lost In The Sauce [Explicit]
Release Year: 2020