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crames - lost in the sauce lyrics

[hook 1]
b-tch i’m lost in the sauce, takin shots, got a thot on lock
motherf-ck the cops, i’ma p-ss wherever the f-ck i want
b-tch get off my junk. roll a blunt. boof batch in the trunk
whole whip smell like skunk

[verse 1]
they told me to rap about not drugs, i told em shut up b-tch i like drugs
green drugs, purple drugs, white drugs, i don’t give a f-ck what the type drugs
xanax got me snorlax, smoking bellsprout, sipping cognac
bout to buy out the whole trap, fill a pool with drugs, and dive deep in that
oh lord, believe in that
take a back pack, put a p in that
take a bad b-tch, put my d in that, she drop it low and then bring it back
upper west i be in that, f-ck the rest i mean that
on a rooftop with some young goons, deep in the sauce and i’m feelin’ that

[hook 2]
b-tch i’m lost in the sauce, takin shots, got a thot on lock
motherf-ck the cops, i’ma p-ss wherever the f-ck i want
b-tch get off my junk. roll a blunt. boof batch in the trunk
whole whip smell like skunk, i’m way too drunk, i’m bout to f-ck sh-t up. [repeat x2]

[verse 2]
turnt up with my day-ones, at raph’s crib, eating pork buns
no b-tches, whole lot of dudes, chugging ballentine’s, doing key bumps
bad b-tch blowing up my phone, said she at the club try to meet up
told her come through, she brought her friends, now they balancing on my p-n-s
and my parents mad cuz i don’t clean up
sh-t, ain’t y’all seeing this?
dad body still pulling thotties, there’s something about me they can’t resist
i really couldn’t tell you what it is, maybe it’s the sh-t-eating grin
or the big ears, or the gap t–th, or all this sauce that i’m swimming in
cuz i’m a1 on them pork buns, b-tch what the f-ck do u want? ketchup and that mustard and that mayo on that c-nt
sorry that i say these words
sorry that i am so absurd
i’m off the dome on that faygo, these b-tches call me like “let’s go,”
so i’m like “ay, hope in that range rover,” call that sh-t up on that vip
i been talking about that uber, girl, i ain’t got no driver’s license on me
all i’ve got is my birth certificate it says i’m 21 since december 19th
all of these b-tches they wanna give me their heinies, so i tell em to get on their knees
i’m not siamese twins, i just got a big d-ck
b-tch get the f-ck off my face you smell like sh-t
not talking specifics but i’m talking…
(shh! shee! yo, danny, bro! bro, shut the f-ck up!)
now i can’t put this on on soundcloud no more, because it is to silly!
but forreal it really smelled like some doo-doo
had to use a hand-shield, wish i had this microphone, dude
oh my god, that booty on my nose, dude
guess that’s what i get for trying to be a gentleman for real

- crames lyrics

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