Westheimer

Lyrics

{intro: Sauce Walka} I'm on Westheimer, in somethin' foreign 200,000 mother fucker Sauce, oouwe, sauce, oouwe Flavor lasts forever man JRag, JRag {pre-chorus: Sauce Walka} I done made some money, and it made me a designer Ridin' in that foreign lookin' good on Westheimer Saucin' on them bitches, so you know they gon follow Don't let the sauce fool you, cuz you don't want them problems {Chorus: Sauce Walka} I'm designer, I live on Westheimer Your bitch wanna follow, you don't want them problems I done made some money, and it made me a designer Ridin' in that foreign lookin' good on westheimer Saucin' on them bitches, so you know they gon follow Don't let the sauce fool you, cuz you don't want them problems {verse 1: Sauce Walka} Ridin' on a sauce tidal wave No rap money but a nigga paid I just poured a 4, minute made, and I bought a condo, real estate Backstrokin' in the flavor, Sauce Phelps Heard saggin' against the law, here come my belt That ferragamo, Why you think them foreigns new? We makin' commas And we packin' 42, in case of drama Everyday I come through, my shoes designer I'm in Benihanas with a lobster plate Sippin' on a 4 over shrimp and steak Texas payed, on a foreign, and i'm riding in My bitch got designer skin (she bad) Codeine my best friend, and promethazine a nigga twin {chorus: Sauce Walka} I'm designer, I live on Westheimer Your bitch wanna follow, you don't want them problems I done made some money, and it made me a designer Ridin' in that foreign lookin' good on Westheimer Saucin' on them bitches, so you know they gon follow Don't let the sauce fool you, cuz you don't want them problems {verse 2: Sancho Saucy} Tell me I'm on Westheimer, my belt ferragamo, my bitch ferragamo Man I love designer, man I love the llamas Man I love the gun, bitch I love my brother Sauce Gotti, bought me a Maserati Put the bitch on my neck, fuck everybody Where Sauce Gang? that's what I claim I'm hangin' nigga not bangin' nigga Run up on me the wrong way I'll leave ya thugs hangin' nigga Now chill out, in a foreign whip with yo bitch at the club on pure lot Red birds on my bitch bring the heels out {?} Now I'm back on Westheimer, like Pimp C, ya know me Same hoe, hood nigga, I'll keep a bitch till I D.I.E (saucy) From {?} they know that I get it I'm sellin' them bitches {?} my bitches not everything they came with the cash I never do marriage the money I cherish you faggots embarrassed {?} (on sauce) {chorus} I'm designer, I live on Westheimer Your bitch wanna follow, you don't want them problems I done made some money, and it made me a designer Ridin' in that foreign lookin' good on westheimer Saucin' on them bitches, so you know they gon follow Don't let the sauce fool you, cuz you don't want them problems {outro} Sauceside still hoe Shoutout to the whole northside Welcome to spashtown