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Sauce Video (MV)




Performed By: Cub Flores
Length: 3:14
Written by: Sal Flores




Cub Flores - Sauce Lyrics
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He can't rap
He got a cool voice but he can't rap
He ain't it. He ain't no big Sean no Kendrick
No J cole no logic no ASAP
We ain't hating we just stating facts
That's what they say that's what they say
Bunch of betas talking big they mouths been lifting weights
But then see me in person and smile to my face
And say they f****** with the music that s*** bump for days
If I got a deal they'd say that they knew it for real
And say they supported me like we always knew you had the skills
And we always knew you had the will
And Cub its only right if you help us out wit a couple bills
The change ain't change me. I been getting money you crazies
The only changes made is the the hoes that came, and the dudes that claim they bros but man
I keep my circle small like a wedding ring
And for them I keep it Ben Franklin
You can't stop me. You might get lucky and rock me
But imma keep on pressing forward like Rocky
So if you ready bring it on homie
And you bring a squad know I got my own army
I put on for my city, and my homies wit me
And there's room on the team for anyone that gets me
Get me and I got us
But cross me and you cross us
I am sick like a kid unvaccinated
Hate it but ain't no question that I'll make it
F*** famous... I'm only in for the payment
So pay me, before you outlined on the pavement
I like whiskey, fast cars, and Harley's
Girls with big butts, pretty smiles, who don't party
Wait, unless she look Cardi
Then bring that booty over here so we can get it started
I might just call up Nat, cuz she can f*** for days
And if she f*** for days, she getting her rent paid
I'm playing to see me paying is so insane
I ain't no Robert Kraft, I actually play the game
So if I take your girl, don't take it personal
Cuz that person go, where the purses go
And it hurts I know, but this world is cold
So I'll have Elsa tell ya just to let her go
My rapping skills make mumble rappers go and hide like roaches
And playas bump my s*** knowing I'm the one who's coaching
No bullshit, I already put the f****** work in
So now I'm chilling like a penguin wit some iced mimosas
Im playing, what the f*** am I saying?
I never stop the grind I stay ahead of the ahead the game
I'm never the same and y'all just can't compete in my lane
Get you some change or get the f*** up out my way
As a of matter of fact, ya better get back
Cuz ya boy come hard, and ya boy come fast
I ball by dribbling raps, knockin the hoes and getting these bags
Getting these checks, getting this head, getting this bread
Getting a head by rapping better than these haters thinking they compare
Believe me man I got this game on lock
Cuz I work around the clock plus I like to read a lot
You disagree, well it don't matter to me
Don't give a f*** about a broke a** p**** hating me
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He can't rap
He got a cool voice but he can't rap
He ain't it. He ain't no big Sean no Kendrick
No J cole no logic no ASAP
We ain't hating we just stating facts
That's what they say that's what they say
Bunch of betas talking big they mouths been lifting weights
But then see me in person and smile to my face
And say they f****** with the music that s*** bump for days
If I got a deal they'd say that they knew it for real
And say they supported me like we always knew you had the skills
And we always knew you had the will
And Cub its only right if you help us out wit a couple bills
The change ain't change me. I been getting money you crazies
The only changes made is the the hoes that came, and the dudes that claim they bros but man
I keep my circle small like a wedding ring
And for them I keep it Ben Franklin
You can't stop me. You might get lucky and rock me
But imma keep on pressing forward like Rocky
So if you ready bring it on homie
And you bring a squad know I got my own army
I put on for my city, and my homies wit me
And there's room on the team for anyone that gets me
Get me and I got us
But cross me and you cross us
I am sick like a kid unvaccinated
Hate it but ain't no question that I'll make it
F*** famous... I'm only in for the payment
So pay me, before you outlined on the pavement
I like whiskey, fast cars, and Harley's
Girls with big butts, pretty smiles, who don't party
Wait, unless she look Cardi
Then bring that booty over here so we can get it started
I might just call up Nat, cuz she can f*** for days
And if she f*** for days, she getting her rent paid
I'm playing to see me paying is so insane
I ain't no Robert Kraft, I actually play the game
So if I take your girl, don't take it personal
Cuz that person go, where the purses go
And it hurts I know, but this world is cold
So I'll have Elsa tell ya just to let her go
My rapping skills make mumble rappers go and hide like roaches
And playas bump my s*** knowing I'm the one who's coaching
No bullshit, I already put the f****** work in
So now I'm chilling like a penguin wit some iced mimosas
Im playing, what the f*** am I saying?
I never stop the grind I stay ahead of the ahead the game
I'm never the same and y'all just can't compete in my lane
Get you some change or get the f*** up out my way
As a of matter of fact, ya better get back
Cuz ya boy come hard, and ya boy come fast
I ball by dribbling raps, knockin the hoes and getting these bags
Getting these checks, getting this head, getting this bread
Getting a head by rapping better than these haters thinking they compare
Believe me man I got this game on lock
Cuz I work around the clock plus I like to read a lot
You disagree, well it don't matter to me
Don't give a f*** about a broke a** p**** hating me
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Writer: Sal Flores
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