Frank Casino and Priddy Ugly - Sawce

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Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lost up in my sauce
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Lady check my sauce
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lost up in my sauce
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Lost up in my sauce
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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 don’t 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
I’m 23 Jordan shit, vintage whip, modern bitch
High end couture and shit, straight out the border shit
Ski mask, see what’s in store and shit
My half is here to take all this shit
The whole thing, ain’t 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
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Lady check my sauce

Scared I will never be, instead I’m a battle fiend
I’m prepared I’m a panel beat, mama said
My mama said you’ll be the man you see
My threads, mwah, magnifique
The stares say I’m 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 couldn’t shadow me
Now who the fuck you thought you boxing? Show me those
Put your guard up ‘til I’m in the coffin, holy ghost
When I die I’m 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
I’m trying to fly, it's trying to keep me ostrich, show me more
I need profits, Lord I need profits, show me 0’s
I’m 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

Written by:
NHLANHLA TSHABALALA, RICHARD MOLOI

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Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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