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Sawce
Frank Casino
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Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lady check my sauce
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lady check my sauce
All we want is a money, on some Maleven shit
Here on some business shit, swear Lord I been the shit
I start it then finish it, 360 spinning shit
Own it donโt loan it shit, fuck all the rental shit
On some construction shit, out here just fixing shit
World record Guinness shit, hot new hip hop and shit
Up from like 6 to 6, need my 6 zero shit, after like the first 3 zeroes shit
Iโm 23 Jordan shit, vintage whip, modern bitch
High end couture and shit, straight out the border shit
Ski mask, see whatโs in store and shit
My half is here to take all this shit
The whole thing, ainโt here for negotiations
The whole thing, no need for initiation
M.O.B, bet they know the abbreviations
K.M.P sending your hoes the location
Every time I represent
I go one hundred and 10 percent,110 percent
For my motherfucking presidents, dead presidents
And I put it on my presidents, my presidents
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lady check my sauce
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lady check my sauce
Scared I will never be, instead Iโm a battle fiend
Iโm prepared Iโm a panel beat, mama said
My mama said youโll be the man you see
My threads, mwah, magnifique
The stares say Iโm hella seen, I need bread I need hella cheese
My friends they need hella weed, meds for their allergies
Fuck them feds on my camp, niggas bagging trees
We leave you dead, nigga scared, nigga Halloween
They put the spotlight on you, you couldnโt shadow me
Now who the fuck you thought you boxing? Show me those
Put your guard up โtil Iโm in the coffin, holy ghost
When I die Iโm coming back a goblin, to haunt you hoes
And besides, losings not an option, homie no
Lord the struggles trying to keep me hostage, hold me close
Iโm trying to fly, it's trying to keep me ostrich, show me more
I need profits, Lord I need profits, show me 0โs
Iโm cool with one girl but two of my homies need four these hoes
Check my sauce
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lady check my sauce
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lady check my sauce
Sauce, sauce, sauce
Sauce, sauce, sauce
Sauce, sauce, sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lady check my sauce