JRag2x - Ring Around the Rosie lyrics

(Scream) [Intro] Splash, Splash, Splash Sauce, Sauce Sauce Glizzy, Glizzy Glizzy Sos, Sos, Sosa Damn, Drip Splash OWHEEE!!! [Hook: Sauce Walka] (Damn), Ring Around The Rosie All my younguns selling ossie (Trap) And you know it's f** the Police b**h pay me what you owe me (Pay a Pimp) Ring Around the Rosie I'm a young f**ing OG Motherf** the police Yea b**h pay the fee [Verse 1: Sauce Walka] Ring Around the Rosie I got game like Kobe Boy you know that ain't a Rollie You a goddamn jabroni What's your name? It doesn't matter My b**h a model, space, I call her Saturn My youngns in the kitchen wippin' batter I just sent a b**h to Louisiana She gone break a trick on Bourbon Sipping codine I'm swerving She gone pay me for this learning Yea I'm a teacher Naw, really n***a I'm a preacher You heard No Features, all my n***as creatures All I got to do is make a phone call n***a BLLLRRRR, They great you Get your b**h a** disconnected Keep your hands away from my necklace Drippin' sauce deep down in the heart of Texas [Hook] [Verse 2: Shy Glizzy] Sauce Glizzy, Checkin' In b**h I just landed in Splashtown Happy as f** I was in them trenches] I came up, I'm making them mad now 20 snowbunnies sippin, 'ac I'm Used to Pulling my mask down This right here, they ain't never seen it Like "Money May" verses Pacquiao Glizzy, Glizzy, I'm too official All the real n***as f** with me Tommy Gun, and a Mac chicken Give a b**h n***a buck 50 Hand me the scissors cut off some n***as Mainly ones who grew up with me Cause n***as told me they were stuck with me And b**h n***as they didn't bust with me I put on my hood, just like I should You n***as can't come to my neck of the woods I got the flavor, I don't win no gators My hoe she looking oh so macon good Texas state hoe like to smoke on my bud But she don't know how to roll a backwood I'll bring your b**h over after the club And she'll s** my dick while I count all these dubs [Verse 3: Sosamann] Yea b**h you gotta pay the fee And all these fake a** n***as they so make believe My b**h look like Maybelline and she rock Cellene And all these f** n***as lying, they ain't from the streets Double Sos, Going H.A.M In the kitchen, cooking yams I just sold 1,000 grams And I'm kicking sh** Jackie Chan Sosamann cooler than a fan Stones in my Rolex do the dance Ohh, the Margarita Young n***a cool but I'm hot like I gotta fever Double Sauce used to cop it by the needle Hit the dot, tatted up like a tree Where he at, there he go, boy I see him Boom, Boom, man I wouldn't wanna be him And f** the police, yea they know me It's the same n***a that serve dope fiends in a foreign 3 And I still sip a lot of codeine I'M SAUCE! [Hook]