Boy Bowser - Cane's Sauce (feat. DAMAG3)

Yuh (1, 2, 3, bitch!)
My sauce like Cane's, everybody want more
Crowd goin' off, think they want an encore
Haters so mad when they see me on tour
I got more balls than a sporting goods store
Go a kill a track, now I'm bored, hit the shore
Yeah, I make big waves like it's high tide, uh
Come hop in my ride
We about to take this shit worldwide
My sauce like Cane's, everybody want more
Crowd goin' off, think they want an encore
Haters so mad when they see me on tour
I got more balls than a sporting goods store
Go a kill a track, now I'm bored, hit the shore
Yeah, I make big waves like it's high tide, uh
Come hop in my ride
We about to take this shit worldwide
Like oh my god!
This is my shit (My shit!)
Someone call a plumber, come and check my drip
Cops come around, but our lips stay zipped, don't trip
I don't got no respect for no pigs, uh
Saitama with a knockout, One Punch
Trip a motherfucker up like double dutch
MC Hammer with the drip, no you can't touch this, watch ya boy come in and
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up!
Baby, throw it back on the boy
Baby won't you throw that ass on the boy?
Ballin' on the beat, like I'm Chad or I'm Troy
Got a bag full of toys, got 'em mad full of joy
Uh-uh
Gassed up, take a look at my guns
Always on the grind, never lackin' the funds
Call me sunny, never lackin' the fun
I p-p-pose like I'm walkin' the run
Now I got talent and good looks
Bowser cookin' up the heat, got the recipe like a damn cookbook
Pay no mind to enemies, they ain't trippin' me up, I be on the re-up every single day
I go and I fill up the bank
I'm comin' for titles, Corona, this shit goin' viral
I'm the messiah, no Bible
My sauce like Cane's, everybody want more
Crowd goin' off, think they want an encore
Haters so mad when they see me on tour
I got more balls than a sporting goods store
Go a kill a track, now I'm bored, hit the shore
Yeah, I make big waves like it's high tide, uh
Come hop in my ride
We about to take this shit worldwide
My sauce like Cane's, everybody want more
Crowd goin' off, think they want an encore
Haters so mad when they see me on tour
I got more balls than a sporting goods store
Go a kill a track, now I'm bored, hit the shore
Yeah, I make big waves like it's high tide, uh
Come hop in my ride
We about to take this shit worldwide
Ok I'm smokin' cookies in the whip
Colored diamonds on me shinin', look like Rainbow Fish
You ain't invited to the function bro, your name is nowhere near the list
I got 'em so pissed cause I got no dick
But you know I could still take your bitch
Cause I'm the shit, I'm coming up quick
I'm puttin' in work, too legit to quit
I been makin' hits in my bedroom
And I need a fast whip with some legroom
Ass, gas, or grass if you want to ride around
Throw it back, lemme see you drop it to the ground
I'll go pound for pound, you can't take me down
I'm comin' for the crown, you can't slow me down
Got 'em pressed, cause I never second guess myself
Got 'em wettin' themselves because I'm giving 'em hell, let's go
Imma need a sec, breath in, breath out
I know I got my enemies all stressed out
My girl work hard and when she feelin' burnt out
I just tell her come and sit it on my face like it's a couch
I like to get a little nasty
Said that she love it when I'm a little handsy
Haters can't stand me, but can't get enough of me yet
Said she crave me like Cane's Sauce, cause I'm the best (Bitch!)
My sauce like Cane's, everybody want more
Crowd goin' off, think they want an encore
Haters so mad when they see me on tour
I got more balls than a sporting goods store
Go a kill a track, now I'm bored, hit the shore
Yeah, I make big waves like it's high tide, uh
Come hop in my ride
We about to take this shit worldwide
My sauce like Cane's, everybody want more
Crowd goin' off, think they want an encore
Haters so mad when they see me on tour
I got more balls than a sporting goods store
Go a kill a track, now I'm bored, hit the shore
Yeah, I make big waves like it's high tide, uh
Come hop in my ride
We about to take this shit worldwide
(It's DAMAG3, homie look)
All around the world
Circumvent the globe, permanent my throne
Burn the rest of those, perfect recipe, extra mess to clean, I been
All up in yo girl
See the mouth strong but the pussy mid
So I prolly won't be doing that again
Plus you never let her out the house again
Cause all y'all misogynists
All y'all be thinking that women are objects and property
Then you be playing the victim, y'all gotta be trippin'
Ain't picking the pick me's, I'm picking the slim thicc's
Every septum piercing, STEM degree queen
Step to me, please, respectfully
Look, I'm tryna get inside that
"Eyeliner to vagina pipeline"
The girls that get it, gone get it
The flow bananas, can go rilla (More real)
The lower the bar, the more flips that I'm gone be prone to get in
The Homie's gifted, but nobody listens
(This hoe is trippin', just had a song hit triple digits, that six figure off of tik-ticking)
But that's not the mission, tryna meet your Mrs.
Chick dick all up in her tiddies
Thought, I was done, but, not really
Bump Armani when I'm in Philly
Boy Bowser, when I'm feeling litty (Ay!)
But, I gotta, keep it 150
Popeyes, got the best, fried chicken

Written by:
Nicki Mascaro, Sherman Regalado

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