BEATRAT - Sauce (feat. Sweet Dave) Lyrics

Yeah I might be stoned, where the heat go when the A.C blow
And I hate these hoes, but don't know much about much, no
Yeah I might be stoned, where the heat go when the A.C blow
And I hate these hoes, but don't know much about much, no

Yeah we be posted
That no hope kid
Yeah we do dope shit
Dirty as choking
Yeah we be posted
I'm on a moped
Yeah we do dope shit
Cleaner than soap is

Do her body bounce big when she hop though
Walking like a taco but she's flaking like a nacho
Got the vodka in the five you hit the lotto at the bottom
I be posted on the floor alive but I'm unconscious
Can't spaz, move any chick with a flat ass from point a to b like I stole from the bike rack
High lack, short as f*ck but she scary mad
I'm only just a little nuts like a light sack
Mouse pad, called her that I rub her the wrong way
Could tell from her dumb face she listened to coldplay
Dongle in her mouth I'm asking how does the cold taste
Hostiles in bound I gotta wrap up one more game
Whore stank couldn't get with this
Unless I have a few more zips
I figured i'm on the list so I walked in
F*ck all of the lights man
I turn it off like i'm about to f*ck, f*ck it i'm diving in

Yeah I might be stoned, where the heat go when the A.C blow
And I hate these hoes, but don't know much about much, no
Yeah I might be stoned, where the heat go when the A.C blow
And I hate these hoes, but don't know much about much, no

I hit it riffin like thelonious
Bon is the joviest
Hoes is comin over and I'm posted on my floor again
Fill a corridor I'm snoring with my favorite whore and then
The door is coming open I'm just hoping that its just my friends
Beatrat is just a sick sick bastard
Sweet Dave been a walkin disaster
Bitch I'm in my go cart you know I'm going faster
Gotta catch this fish but ain't ever been a caster

Yeah we be posted,
That no hope kid,
Yeah we do dope shit
Dirty as choking
Yeah we be posted
I'm on a moped
Yeah we do dope shit
Cleaner than soap is

Another one
I said another one
I ain't here to toast your buns
I'm soakin up my sunny sun
Acid is alotta fun unless you take it with some scum
Waka flocka song is sung
I'm dancin naked on my rug
Dang kid where's your f*cking tounge
Don't tell me that your 'bout to bug
I'm spitting up its just begun
F*ck it's where I'm coming from
Got a boat I need a tug
Picking out my favorite nug
I'm passing out but blazing up

Yeah I might be stoned, where the heat go when the A.C blow
And I hate these hoes, but don't know much about much, no
Yeah I might be stoned, where the heat go when the A.C blow
And I hate these hoes, but don't know much about much, no