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Sauce God
Sauce God
Rap
King Joox
King Joox
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Edmond Egwuonwu
Edmond Egwuonwu
Songwriter:in
James Harris
James Harris
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Sauce God
Sauce God
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
King Joox
King Joox
Produzent:in

Lyrics

You know I'm drunk
I just really wanna fuck
Your falling in love
Know I'm drunk
I just really wanna fuck
I'm Michael Jackson when I slide
Moonwalk
She want my money and my time
Let's Talk
She fell in love she caught a vibe
Of course
I don't even got a try,
That's SAUCE
Them other **** not boss
That foreign pull up, pull off
That's how we cook in New York
You're too hot to cool off
But your clothes just flew off
You ain't even get your shoes off
Hold up
Let me take my jewels off
Hold up
Let me set the mood off
Hold up
Let me set the mood off.
She in a mood she flip
Then she get on that bougie shit
She wanna move her hips
I wanna see if she do it on dick
She wanna drink and vape
Margaritas and blueberry mint Ooh
look at those beautiful lips
I wanna be her hookah tip
Her head decent, bed squeaking
Flip you over you dead screaming
Know the neighbors going to call the Cops. We don't want no feds Creeping
Sauce down your leg leaking.
Tried to go, She kept reaching
Tried to cook me breakfast even
Maybe I'll see you next weekend I'm Gone.
I'm Michael Jackson when I slide
Moonwalk
She want my money and my time
Let's talk
She fell in love she caught a vibe
Of course
I don't even got a try,
That's SAUCE
Them other **** not boss
That foreign pull up, pull off
That's how we cook in New York
You're too hot to cool off
But your clothes just flew off
You ain't even get your shoes off
Hold up
Let me take my jewels off
Hold up
Let me set the mood off
Hold up
Let me set the mood off..
She want a **** that get to a bag
She want a **** that hustle
She wanna puff on that La
I pull up with za
We smoking on gumbo
I get it sent by the truckload
I stay with the bands Coldplay
My hitters keep sticks like a drum roll
They'll let it fly like a runway
She don't Trip on whatever her Friends say When we fucking we Making the bed break Like a Earthquake I'm making her legs hake When we done, don't be texting no Essay
All the talking be making my Headache
Light up, clear up my headspace
**** be switching like Segways
I'm too lit to be lifting your dead Weight
I'm Michael Jackson when I slide
Moonwalk
She want my money and my time
Lest Talk
She fell in love she caught a vibe
Of course
I don't even got a try,
That's SAUCE
Them other **** not boss
That foreign pull up, pull off
That's how we cook in New York
You're too hot to cool off
But your clothes just flew off
You ain't even get your shoes off
Hold up
Let me take my jewels off
Hold up
Let me set the mood off
Hold up
Let me set the mood off.
Let me set the mood off
Let me set the mood off
Let me set the mood off
Let me set the mood off
Let me set the mood off
Let me set the mood off
Let me set the mood off
Let me set the mood off
Let me set the mood off
Let me set the mood off
Let me set the mood off
Let me set the mood off
Let me set the mood off
Let me set the mood off
Let me set the mood off
Let me set the mood off
Written by: Edmond Egwuonwu, James Harris
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