Curtismith – Saucin' lyrics

[Intro]

[Hook]
Saucin', I'm saucin', I'm saucin' on you
Swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' oh ooh
Saucin', I'm saucin', I'm saucin' on you
Swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin'
Saucin', I'm saucin', I'm saucin' on you
Swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' oh ooh
I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you

[Verse 1: Curtismith]
Hey, I heard you been talkin' bout me
But I can step up to the mic any night and my mind rips it up like a fiend
I've got these elegant dreams
More than just running for cheese
More haters come and I race to the summit I keep it a hundred for G's
Cutting the scenes
Me and my lady up under the sheets
She bouncin' up like the beat
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Follow the leader, you followin' me
I just have faith in what I gotta be
I been on the grind, people pay no mind, all they care for is a degree
Tito's and tita's they wonder if Mi-to
Has any real goals
I'm never lying asleep I'm a lion, don't care for the opinion of sheep so
Go and talk your shit
I been on the grind, I walk though, bitch
Tryna spit a rhyme with confidence, and find a piece of mind, stay positive
Laid back, watch me making hay-stacks
Fuck the hate in those conversations with Satan for the Maybach
Awful politicians
Who probably stealin' your pesos
Some sinners around being faithful
And I recognize but don't hate, though

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[Verse 2: Frank SVG]
Yeah, same kid but a different story
They breathin' on priory, bring you the change like I need Santori
She chilling on my sofa, she stretching out like yoga, she sleeping like a coma, then blow me up like a supernova
Hold up, quick, not young and rich
But I'm about my cash, and I'm about my chips
For my mom and shit
Took her back to the web, took her back to the time when we used to have fun with this
She tellin' me that my lungs are lit
Run a little quicker while I'm sippin' on the liquor, momma you know that I do it cause I'm young as shit
Yeah, it's time to give the payback
Don't act like it's you who's in charge
Big talker, flips, and Maybachs
They been talking shit, but they wack, lay back
Hard on my grind imma shoot it like dead-eye, head to New York and I'm taking the red eye
Been spending time in the South, leave me with doubt, drinking with V's in my mouth
You don't know what we about, it's been a drought, sorry we smoking that loud
Yeah, but I don't think it gets sweeter, stop with the damn siesta you ain't fucking with the sleeper

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