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jake hole - cane's sauce lyrics

[intro]
j+j+j+j+jake hole
yeah, brother, whoa, brother, yeah, brother (i love you, mr. hole)
that cane’s sauce, that cane’s sauce, whoa
that cane’s sauce, that cane’s sauce

[chorus]
i bought a whole cup of cane’s sauce
now i brought it back home, just so i could use it all as lube
i got rough in his bank box
chain swing sw+nging as i slang ding+dong in his gooch

[post+chorus]
don’t be chicken, give me c+ck, in this coupé, four+door
for more dudes for us to come around and scoop, uh
pop a rhino and a bluechew, bluetooth some tunes
cha cha slide in my dude, then i get in my groove, whoa

[verse 1]
dudepilled dudecel, bro, i’m tryna dudemaxx
b+tt so big, you would think it had two cracks
one creampie, yessir, that’s the dude tax
nuts so big, you would think it had two sacks
whoa, brown eye, got the sharingan
no, i’m not a cuck, but i think i’m down to share again
mmm, i like a lot of hair on men
i just wanna suck, but don’t get it in my hair again
i’m tearing it, arrogant, two guys in the parked car
when it come’s to bussy, i got knowledge like i’m nardwuar
spitting nard bars, pov, prefer the d+on+d
no p+in+v on dvd, you’re seeing me on tv
like, yessiree, i’m a freak, woo, i’m a stinky boy
don’t call me sus when i’m the straightest man in illinois
whoa+k, yeah, yeah, i’m ’bout to get annoyed
i want a blue d+ld+, but they only sell the pinkest toys
[chorus]
i bought a whole cup of cane’s sauce
now i brought it back home, just so i could use it all as lube
i got rough in his bank box
chain swing sw+nging as i slang ding+dong in his gooch

[verse 2]
i been on a grind, on that wood, on that sodomy
only i thing i body, honestly, is his body meat
h+rnily, hotly, only way it oughta be
i gotta hydrate, i need my fluids, talking bodily
if i’m lying, then i’m flying like a griffin, i need wiener
when i’m at my lowest, i get desperate for the peter
under sheets like a ghost, doing tricks on his treater
and her man not at home, now he with me, he a eater
passing d+ld+s like batons, you would think that we be running track
credit, maybe debit way i slide the meat between the crack
no “she+she”, only “hee+hee”, mike jack
these b+lls a catch, swear it’s why i got him running back
heh, press record, then i spit, i’m not talking music
bro, that meat way too big, you almost had me puking
he said he ain’t on the pill, like, is he stupid?
if i find out that he pregnant, then i’m probably moving
[chorus]
i bought a whole cup of cane’s sauce
now i brought it back home, just so i could use it all as lube
i got rough in his bank box
chain swing sw+nging as i slang ding+dong in his gooch

[outro]
don’t be chicken, give me c+ck, in this coupé, four+door
for more dudes for us to come around and scoop, uh
pop a rhino and a bluechew, bluetooth some tunes
cha cha slide in my dude, then i get in my groove, whoa

- jake hole lyrics

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