Top Songs By Saucemankeys
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saucemankeys
Drums
BC Jroc
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BC Jroc
Songwriter
Jeremy Love
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Saucemankeys
Producer
Lyrics
Got him out the mud, fuckin\' K on me, ****.
No cap.
EC.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I done fucked with a lot of ****, I swear.
I thought a pack not receiving.
I got a bad bitch, she look like Aaliyah.
I\'m at the spot like a cheetah, you tear it away, pour a four in a liter.
You gotta keep it, you know she a eater.
Look in the eyes, you can tell she was evil.
I\'m in the water, no seagull.
When we shoot a movie, no time for the sequel.
You better off getting right with the preacher.
Sippin\' on purple, remind me of East.
I\'m in the sky getting head like an eagle.
But if you talk down, but you know that I see it.
I got a favorite, you get shit to the rip.
You better not turn on your back when I need you.
We hitting the head with that fire, got them knees.
We got that boy out the way, it was easy.
Pull up with them loads, make you think I was easy.
Trapping and rapping, I feel like I\'m Jeezy.
Rest in peace, D-Lo, that boy was a demon.
I\'m from the slums, so I\'m shouting out P.
She stick her tongue out, she catching the semen.
I smell the money, you know I be fiending.
Smoking on Pluto, I think I\'m on Venus.
Just answer that phone, it\'s a player, it\'s ringing.
He just sent a low load, my phone keep on pinging.
Sipping on yellow, this shit kind of tinging.
Something in the hundreds, you wouldn\'t believe me.
I just wish she was there with me to see it.
When I drop the pack, I be feeding the knees.
We had to kill them, we were getting too greedy.
We sent the plug back to weed and receive it.
She tried to slime my book, I had to keep it.
I thought a pack not receiving.
I got a bad bitch, she look like Aaliyah.
I\'m at the spot like a cheetah, you tear it away, pour a four in a liter.
You gotta keep it, you know she a eater.
Look in the eyes, you can tell she was evil.
I\'m in the water, no seagull.
When we shoot a movie, no time for the sequel.
You better off getting right with the preacher.
Sipping on purple, remind me of East.
I\'m in the sky getting head like an eagle.
But if you talk down, but you know that I see it.
I got a favorite, you get shit to the rip.
You better not turn on your back when I need you.
We hitting the head with that fire, got them knees.
We got that boy out the way, it was easy.
Got him out the mud, fuckin\' K on me, ****.
Written by: BC Jroc, Jeremy Love