Sauce

You need to realize you need to identify
I got the sauce I cut my losses
Coming up like a boss
We like to floss who wanna talk
Let em know who got the sauce
We coming up

In the light let me start
Coming up by far ain't nobody
Going to stop my power electric from my brain
Spittin from my tongue
These weak niggas sound the same
Let me give em some
Whats my name The Glorious A.C.E.
They thank they me (Um) let me see
Ain't no competition expedition you standing
Out of bounds out off position thanking you can get with this
System booming 18teens on dubs
Old school Cadillac show love leather seats drop top summer heat
Half naked women walking down the street
Collecting numbers like a bill collector
Stop hoeing so I can love you better
Slip splash I can make ya wetter
Collecting money like a bank teller

You need to realize you need to identify
I got the sauce I cut my losses
Coming up like a boss
We like to floss who wanna talk
Let em know who got the sauce
We coming up

I got the flavor I got the sauce
My lady cooking up the product she knows the cost
I got the powder white like chalk
I watch my back who wanna talk
Shut ya mouth catch it like Randy Moss
We cut the cost
Bills paid gettin laid shopping sprees
Montego Bay setting up the kids college
I paved the way ain't no way
I'm going back steel bars and my one room shack
Time I can't get back
Cloths money cloths and shoes is all a nigga knows
Packing guns holding by the abdominal pass the weed smoke
Its phenomenal the life I living ain't no joke
The music that I make for ya ears its unbelievable
Turn me up now and watch ya speakers blow
Hay!



Credits
Writer(s): Siron Collier
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