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Sauce X4 (feat. Copta, Kwame Yesu & Questo) Video (MV)






Foreign'local - Sauce X4 (feat. Copta, Kwame Yesu & Questo) Lyrics




Sauce sauce sauce sauce dripping
The money dey call
It turn me to talkative
We no dey like talk
I just like to talk my shit
We going out
And we going off to this

I'm going off to this
F*ck it im rolling a doobie
I'm going off to this
Steady trapping for asomdwoe
I swear you go pop to this
The way e be local the bitches be foreign
You know dem go bop to this
Commot an eye for you silly guys
Icy flow I'm Richard Millie nice
Pricy flow I no be pretty nice
Cooly down cooly down yeah
I got a bitch on a bitch
With the flick on my wrist
And they f*ck with the sound yeah
Pussy boys mo nni sauce
I do it I swear on the cross
I'm going off to this
Double your cup to this
You see yourself way ahead of the boys
Then my guy you an optimist
People dey gas Ananse dey spazz
I swear they report to this
Sauce sauce sauce sauce yeah yeah

Sauce sauce sauce sauce dripping
The money dey call
It turn me to talkative
We no dey like talk
I just like to talk my shit
We going out
And we going off to this

She say she craving for the dick
Mempɛ kasa biaa
Come and get it if you need it
Better be careful what you say
F*ck around and catch a bullet
Straight up in your face
Put the bitches on the side
Make the money that's how it works
If you owe me bra bɛ tua
Make you no do make I vex
Putting Nike's on ma feet
Bɛ you know the check is right
For this table you no get seat
Ka wano tum when we preach
Rosso the coldest
We be the soldiers
Who be the boldest
Rocking no shoulders
Rocking no shoulders
Who be the boldest
We be the soldiers
Rosso the coldest
Sauce sauce drip
Careful where you step
You might go and slip
Ye

Sauce sauce sauce sauce dripping
The money dey call
It turn me to talkative
We no dey like talk
I just like to talk my shit
We going out
And we going off to this

I go Ray Charles
That's for the opps and em
My Pockets got fatter
But still all the odds are slim
I just record and win
I'm never torn between
I may be a thorn in your flesh
You coming right after the sesh
Not one time cos there's more coming
Sunshine to your dull moments
I get one mind and it's on money
Kraman to ɔkra wonim sɛ
Slow vibes just dey spoil ronning
No size if it fits on me then it fits on me
Yeah the crowns for me
Rosso
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English

Sauce sauce sauce sauce dripping
The money dey call
It turn me to talkative
We no dey like talk
I just like to talk my shit
We going out
And we going off to this

I'm going off to this
F*ck it im rolling a doobie
I'm going off to this
Steady trapping for asomdwoe
I swear you go pop to this
The way e be local the bitches be foreign
You know dem go bop to this
Commot an eye for you silly guys
Icy flow I'm Richard Millie nice
Pricy flow I no be pretty nice
Cooly down cooly down yeah
I got a bitch on a bitch
With the flick on my wrist
And they f*ck with the sound yeah
Pussy boys mo nni sauce
I do it I swear on the cross
I'm going off to this
Double your cup to this
You see yourself way ahead of the boys
Then my guy you an optimist
People dey gas Ananse dey spazz
I swear they report to this
Sauce sauce sauce sauce yeah yeah

Sauce sauce sauce sauce dripping
The money dey call
It turn me to talkative
We no dey like talk
I just like to talk my shit
We going out
And we going off to this

She say she craving for the dick
Mempɛ kasa biaa
Come and get it if you need it
Better be careful what you say
F*ck around and catch a bullet
Straight up in your face
Put the bitches on the side
Make the money that's how it works
If you owe me bra bɛ tua
Make you no do make I vex
Putting Nike's on ma feet
Bɛ you know the check is right
For this table you no get seat
Ka wano tum when we preach
Rosso the coldest
We be the soldiers
Who be the boldest
Rocking no shoulders
Rocking no shoulders
Who be the boldest
We be the soldiers
Rosso the coldest
Sauce sauce drip
Careful where you step
You might go and slip
Ye

Sauce sauce sauce sauce dripping
The money dey call
It turn me to talkative
We no dey like talk
I just like to talk my shit
We going out
And we going off to this

I go Ray Charles
That's for the opps and em
My Pockets got fatter
But still all the odds are slim
I just record and win
I'm never torn between
I may be a thorn in your flesh
You coming right after the sesh
Not one time cos there's more coming
Sunshine to your dull moments
I get one mind and it's on money
Kraman to ɔkra wonim sɛ
Slow vibes just dey spoil ronning
No size if it fits on me then it fits on me
Yeah the crowns for me
Rosso
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Writer: Eric Yankey, Kwabena Acheampong, Raymond Kyere
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