LOST IN THE SAUCE Lyrics

(Damn, I'm lost in the sauce)

Goddamn, I'm drunk as fuck, lost in the sauce, bitch, I can't even think

If your pussy wet like Voss, come fuck a boss, bae, I could up your rank

Hit me for a verse or drank, codeine pour out Easter pink

I'm off drugs, to ease the pain

I'm off drugs, to ease the pain, codeine pour out Easter pink

I'm off drugs, to ease the pain, codeine pour out Easter paint

Fuck a fe , from Hunter's Creek, and I ain't even know her name

Still got beef in windermere , but hang around like I'm from there

I'd rather bounce, can't hang around, my brother could vouch, you niggas weird,

ain't mob or slime, bitch, get from near, my sprite is pink, hoe, fuck the clear

I told her I won't break her heart, I did, forgive, but she don't forget

I be scared of my own karma, what goes around comes back again

I blow a O to forget my problems, I'm sippin' drank to wash my sins

I got niggas that I've known two years, yet, we locked in deeper than relatives

I hate to link a ole fan-ass bitch that be askin' me shit that's irrelevant

I get a nigga trunk like elephant, it ain't nothin' to get a lil' nigga heaven-sent

I got drink and gas, et cetera, I made a fee off medicine

Nigga, play is medical, boy, these bullets get critical

Ballin' should be Kobe, son, Tiger Woods a hole-in-one

Play, I put a hole in you, this AR put a hole through too

Bitch, playin' games, how old are you? I was 16, fuck a bitch, 22

Don't like a bitch, I chug the deuce, bitch, hit me up if it taste like fruit

I love the lean, I chugged a deuce, the price is right, I'm coppin' two

A money fiend, the price is right, you hit me up, I'm comin' through

Her mouth is wet, her pussy tight, no matter the time, I'm comin' through

I'm off drugs to ease the pain, codeine pour out Easter pink

Fucked a fe, from Hunter's Creek, and I ain't even know her name

Still got beef in Windermere, but hang around like I'm from there

Id rather bounce, can't hang around, my brother could vouch, you niggas weird

I'm off drugs to ease the pain, codeine pour out Easter pink

Fuck the fe, from Hunter's Creek, and I ain't even know her name

Still got beef in Windermere, but hang around like I'm from there

Id rather bounce, can't hang around, my brother could vouch, you niggas weird

I'd rather bounce , can't hang around, my brother could vouch, you niggas weird