Song Lyrics

Sagged out in the trap house
Just bagged out my last ounce
You want beef i want the cash cow
Throw ya p’s up and hold ya stacks down
I checked twice before I gave my dough the last count
I flee the scene before the Po land like Krakow
Hard worker first at job but the last out
When my mother was at work I got the slags round
I was a good kid but now i am a badman
My new timepiece got me feelin’ like the Sandman
Young kala smokin’ on the Afgan
I was getting pussy on some brain like a CAT scan
Drinkin’ lean but I’m the last man standing
I been runnin road watchin olders pull their hamstrings
He said this was his year the next month he was a has been
Black Josh Foreign Beggars always on a mad ting

GImme me a minute while i whip the sauce
GImme me a minute while i whip the sauce
If you need a plug then I could be the source
Dirty like the south uppers like the north

Gimme a minute while i whip the sauce
Gimme a minute while a I dick ya broads
You can bring the banger i can bring the sports
London gang stackin’ Lizzies while i’m pitched abroad
Couple brands, distribution yeah I been a boss
Never public with the business when it’s still in talks
If you need a plug i could be the source
Lackin’ in the mula never been the sort
I’m at the squat party with some hot aunties
Smellin extra piff but they proper nasty
Blondie’s got me gassed but she’s not a nazi
She’s lettin of the totty cos I got the ch..
I could be your dream come true
All you gotta do is pre the prenuptial
Or you could make my dreams come true
Let me get the digits for the clean up...

GImme me a minute while i whip the sauce
GImme me a minute while i whip the sauce
If you need a plug then I could be the source
Dirty like the south uppers like the north

I be on the wave as if I was a Norse
And I got the grade like mans just done a course
When I'm on the sauce I'm a fucking tour de force
I be hittin’ shots like man was playing horse
Chicks be tryn’a flash man but they speakin’ morse
If they can't afford the credit naaah fam I keep it caush
Last couple years dippin’ in and outta court
I fucked Lady Luck had her slippin’ out her draws
And certain time man feels get debauched
see me chillin’ on the porch gettin’ lick off all sorts
A bit that got my brainwaves lit like a torch
Or a ting dat got curves like the body on a Porsche
I’m coming for a cut of what’s yours
What can man say I got flaws
I don’t give a f*ck about laws
If you’re holding back the door better get it reinforced

GImme me a minute while i whip the sauce
GImme me a minute while i whip the sauce
If you need a plug then I could be the source
Dirty like the south uppers like the north

Ebow Graham, Govind Kidao, Jonathan Fogel, Joshua Pinnock-gray, Laurence Reading, Pavan Mukhi

The duration of The Sauce is 4:04 minutes and seconds.