Ralph Ruckus - Sauce Over Shrimp Lyrics

Don't walk, with a limp, loft, with a pimp
Sauce over shrimp

Don't walk, with a limp, loft, with a pimp
Sauce over shrimp

Diamonds in the cross, make ya Squint, heart throb
Wear her Hair in a bob, but she feel like a Boss
When it's crimped, don't Want no smoke like you was in Your bag
And you thought, it Was skimp, so what the f*ck
You gon' do when you lost, Take a hint, she gon rebound
Next time around, I ain't taking A loss, from a stint
I'm gon get It ten fold, working off the Books this ain't the book of Job
Does this till I'm rich, and From afar my name could be Read across of a blimp
Hate wont be tolerated, I dont Open the door for that I kick it Off
Of the hinge, one hundred
The cost, of a pinch, I'm dope, Here's a dosage
'Tis ofcourse, is My niche, the flow cold as Iceman
But I don't keep a Corpse, in the fridge
Somewhere on the water, with Your daughter, snorkel, and Fish
After I drink the seamoss, Give her dick, her hand in my Shorts
Now its stiff, her man Record, all the riff, he big mad As we board, for the trip

Don't walk, with a limp, loft, With a pimp
Sauce over shrimp

Don't walk, with a limp, loft, with a pimp
Sauce over shrimp

Ain't no stopping, the panties From dropping
Room service Knocking, clocking, me the Towels must've washed then
Unlatched the top lock and, Said to also change the linen
While we go shopping, she got Cake I got the toppings
Watching me in my eyes Hopping, in her throat
Took The boat, instead of the tesla We got options
A nigga on and Popping, like Rihanna lips Rocking
The groove, plus the Latest shoes
Make all the Females wanna jump in the Sack like baby kangaroo
If I Shoot, my shot bet it's like Swoosh

Don't walk, with a limp, loft, With a pimp
Sauce over shrimp

Don't walk, with a limp, loft, with a pimp
Sauce over shrimp

Designer clothes was bought, then she primp