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Sauce Hoss Video (MV)




Performed By: Faddy Datty
Length: 2:58
Written by: Evan Parks




Faddy Datty - Sauce Hoss Lyrics




(Yo, yo, turn me up)
(Okay, turn me up)
(Okay, okay)

Smoking and driving Im burnin the gas
Don't know where Im goin but I goin fast
The cameras flash and I do the dash
Burnin tracks so bad that I leave a rash
I put some fire to the passion
Tryna get to where Az is
Watch my message reach the masses
Might f*ck around and get mad rich
I don't need that though
Lotta things more important than the dough
Long as I got my homies and some bro to smoke Im unf*ckwitable while in my zone
Im just out here putting on
For my people Washingtonians
F*ck with me baby Im bout to go crazy I know you wanna see the snow
A don like Mr. Corleone
I been making moves all on my own, look
Faddy Datty got the cream and the cookie
Somethin like an Oreo
Gotta O Im bouta go and smoke
F*ck you this aint no joke, look
FD like BIG if you don't know now you know bitch

Ooo yeah
Its the big hoss with the big sauce
Word to Rick Ross
I need a baddie to go with me down the the Wingstop
Make ya rings pop
Make that thing drop, make it hot
Make you wonder how we had the same thought
Ooo yeah
Its the big hoss with the big sauce
Word to Rick Ross
I need a baddie to go with me down the the Wingstop
Make ya rings pop
Make that thing drop, make it hot
Make you wonder how we had the same thought

Go big or go home yeah that's the only thing I've ever known
No matter where I go I'm always in my f*ckin zone
Imma post up at the beach roll some dro and blow a cone
I'm collectin all this money like my last name is Capone
Feeling myself I'm healing myself
I'm so gone off the top shelf
Peep my stealth I'll steal your wealth
And blow it like some bomb shells
Im still
Not convinced that I'm real
Think I'm stuck in a time wheel
Do you feel what I feel
Cause I feel like the time is mine

Ooo yeah
Its the big hoss with the big sauce
Word to Rick Ross
I need a baddie to go with me down the the Wingstop
Make ya rings pop
Make that thing drop, make it hot
Make you wonder how we had the same thought
Ooo yeah
Its the big hoss with the big sauce
Word to Rick Ross
I need a baddie to go with me down the the Wingstop
Make ya rings pop
Make that thing drop, make it hot
Make you wonder how we had the same thought
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(Yo, yo, turn me up)
(Okay, turn me up)
(Okay, okay)

Smoking and driving Im burnin the gas
Don't know where Im goin but I goin fast
The cameras flash and I do the dash
Burnin tracks so bad that I leave a rash
I put some fire to the passion
Tryna get to where Az is
Watch my message reach the masses
Might f*ck around and get mad rich
I don't need that though
Lotta things more important than the dough
Long as I got my homies and some bro to smoke Im unf*ckwitable while in my zone
Im just out here putting on
For my people Washingtonians
F*ck with me baby Im bout to go crazy I know you wanna see the snow
A don like Mr. Corleone
I been making moves all on my own, look
Faddy Datty got the cream and the cookie
Somethin like an Oreo
Gotta O Im bouta go and smoke
F*ck you this aint no joke, look
FD like BIG if you don't know now you know bitch

Ooo yeah
Its the big hoss with the big sauce
Word to Rick Ross
I need a baddie to go with me down the the Wingstop
Make ya rings pop
Make that thing drop, make it hot
Make you wonder how we had the same thought
Ooo yeah
Its the big hoss with the big sauce
Word to Rick Ross
I need a baddie to go with me down the the Wingstop
Make ya rings pop
Make that thing drop, make it hot
Make you wonder how we had the same thought

Go big or go home yeah that's the only thing I've ever known
No matter where I go I'm always in my f*ckin zone
Imma post up at the beach roll some dro and blow a cone
I'm collectin all this money like my last name is Capone
Feeling myself I'm healing myself
I'm so gone off the top shelf
Peep my stealth I'll steal your wealth
And blow it like some bomb shells
Im still
Not convinced that I'm real
Think I'm stuck in a time wheel
Do you feel what I feel
Cause I feel like the time is mine

Ooo yeah
Its the big hoss with the big sauce
Word to Rick Ross
I need a baddie to go with me down the the Wingstop
Make ya rings pop
Make that thing drop, make it hot
Make you wonder how we had the same thought
Ooo yeah
Its the big hoss with the big sauce
Word to Rick Ross
I need a baddie to go with me down the the Wingstop
Make ya rings pop
Make that thing drop, make it hot
Make you wonder how we had the same thought
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Writer: Evan Parks
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