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Sauce Video (MV)




Performed By: York$ta
Length: 5:55
Written by: Brenton York




York$ta - Sauce Lyrics




Ash before u pass
Crack a smile no laugh
The world been at my fingers
Which point am I at?
Stuck inside of myself
I'm dying I need help
From laying wit all these leaches
Never solo when I'm sleeping
Either my main or I'm creeping
Even when I'm by myself
I got Nina by my belt
And I be gone off the xans
Feel asleep wit it still on me
F*ck around and almost
Caught a homi on me... Homie
Suicidle my thoughts
Hit the black til I caugh
Still spray u niggaz like off
Then spend 3 weeks at a loft
I'm Johnny cage in shade
Lu Kane wit the Jays
Scorpion wit a squorpio
I'm the Don the you jus Fredo
Ima Dob you a kango
I'm like Pac
Skrill was Kano
I caught a jugg at a jugg
Met a plug wit a plug
And Thug wit the thugs
Shit if it's love then it's love
We make it does what it does
And we shoot just because
Then where the f*ck we get guns
Jus like we trap jus because
Then whee the f*ck we get drugs
Micheal Jordan shoulder shrug
Spilling ashes on the rug
Backwoods bubble bath
I got ashes in the tub
I be boolin wit my Brodie's
But no I'm not a blood
Sauced up shoes dripping
Like I walked straight thru the mud
Cuz I really really did
Yea I really really did
6 feet I'm dead fresh
Can u really really dig
I was trapping f*ck a gig
I was trapping tryna live
Until my homie got bumped
And I fronted him some shit
And he had mine too
So I lost times 2
But what the f*ck I'm post to do
He coulda sent me up the river
Without a paddle nor canoe
Shit I coulda been through

And I'm jus ride'n off the xanny
Tryna get her out her panties
Waddup aye waddup aye waddup
And I'm jus ride'n off the xanny Tryna get her out her...
I like to the lean when I'm coasting
I sat the lean on a coaster
Backwoods what I'm Rollin
They jus be playing the game
We been there
Now we coaching
To FaceTime wit a foreign
To drop tops wit a Lauren
While I'm twisting my floral
I just tell her to floor it
The normal never formal
Sneakers and geekers
Leave the rap shit to the pros
The fans in the bleachers
I just hit another 3
Watch the crowd cheer for me
The celebration short lived
Cuz I need another 3
And A wol jus came home
Ima need sum more tree
No my nigga can't smoke
I brought the drugs in just for me
Got a nigga trippin out
Man he act just like my g
Long live my nigga Jermz
Until I join you rest in peace
Cuz when I do
We gone summoned up a breeze
And put a part in every sea
I been over niggaz heads
Like the dreads on me
Now got u niggaz watching
Like the Feds on me
If they is I'll be fresh as f*ck
Handle' my biz
My only words free my pops
If they ever snatch the kid
Sandstone Minnesota
Wit my pops until it's ova
Rest in peace my nigga Skrill
One time for mr soda
And if I'm wit my nigga Illa
Bet my cup be runneth ova
Ion even drink like that
Baby sitting smoking doja
Flicking ashes off a backwood
Sippin Henny wit da cola
Til the room start spinning
See this why I hate mixing
Got a nigga straight tripping
First I start to slur my words
Now it's f*cking wit my vision
Let me put this cup down
F*ck nigga what now
Juggin off a half a pound
Shoot a box
And bust it down
Them digits going up now
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Ash before u pass
Crack a smile no laugh
The world been at my fingers
Which point am I at?
Stuck inside of myself
I'm dying I need help
From laying wit all these leaches
Never solo when I'm sleeping
Either my main or I'm creeping
Even when I'm by myself
I got Nina by my belt
And I be gone off the xans
Feel asleep wit it still on me
F*ck around and almost
Caught a homi on me... Homie
Suicidle my thoughts
Hit the black til I caugh
Still spray u niggaz like off
Then spend 3 weeks at a loft
I'm Johnny cage in shade
Lu Kane wit the Jays
Scorpion wit a squorpio
I'm the Don the you jus Fredo
Ima Dob you a kango
I'm like Pac
Skrill was Kano
I caught a jugg at a jugg
Met a plug wit a plug
And Thug wit the thugs
Shit if it's love then it's love
We make it does what it does
And we shoot just because
Then where the f*ck we get guns
Jus like we trap jus because
Then whee the f*ck we get drugs
Micheal Jordan shoulder shrug
Spilling ashes on the rug
Backwoods bubble bath
I got ashes in the tub
I be boolin wit my Brodie's
But no I'm not a blood
Sauced up shoes dripping
Like I walked straight thru the mud
Cuz I really really did
Yea I really really did
6 feet I'm dead fresh
Can u really really dig
I was trapping f*ck a gig
I was trapping tryna live
Until my homie got bumped
And I fronted him some shit
And he had mine too
So I lost times 2
But what the f*ck I'm post to do
He coulda sent me up the river
Without a paddle nor canoe
Shit I coulda been through

And I'm jus ride'n off the xanny
Tryna get her out her panties
Waddup aye waddup aye waddup
And I'm jus ride'n off the xanny Tryna get her out her...
I like to the lean when I'm coasting
I sat the lean on a coaster
Backwoods what I'm Rollin
They jus be playing the game
We been there
Now we coaching
To FaceTime wit a foreign
To drop tops wit a Lauren
While I'm twisting my floral
I just tell her to floor it
The normal never formal
Sneakers and geekers
Leave the rap shit to the pros
The fans in the bleachers
I just hit another 3
Watch the crowd cheer for me
The celebration short lived
Cuz I need another 3
And A wol jus came home
Ima need sum more tree
No my nigga can't smoke
I brought the drugs in just for me
Got a nigga trippin out
Man he act just like my g
Long live my nigga Jermz
Until I join you rest in peace
Cuz when I do
We gone summoned up a breeze
And put a part in every sea
I been over niggaz heads
Like the dreads on me
Now got u niggaz watching
Like the Feds on me
If they is I'll be fresh as f*ck
Handle' my biz
My only words free my pops
If they ever snatch the kid
Sandstone Minnesota
Wit my pops until it's ova
Rest in peace my nigga Skrill
One time for mr soda
And if I'm wit my nigga Illa
Bet my cup be runneth ova
Ion even drink like that
Baby sitting smoking doja
Flicking ashes off a backwood
Sippin Henny wit da cola
Til the room start spinning
See this why I hate mixing
Got a nigga straight tripping
First I start to slur my words
Now it's f*cking wit my vision
Let me put this cup down
F*ck nigga what now
Juggin off a half a pound
Shoot a box
And bust it down
Them digits going up now
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Writer: Brenton York
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