Robb Bank$ - Lost in the Sauce lyrics
[Robb Bank$ - Lost in the Sauce lyrics]
Oogie Mane, he killed it uh
I'm working on dying on God uh, yuh, yuh
Told 'em I'ma wait back
(Yuh) , see you when you get on (Yuh, yuh)
You the same one that got lost in the sauce
(Rah, rah) i took out some time just
To gather all my thoughts (On God)
Ringtone Phone, let me sing your ass a song
(Let's go)
Quarter of the Xan, I'm very particular
(Uh, uh)
They say drugs is bad, but I beg to differ
Uh (Uh, uh, uh)
I'm in the studio late as night and
I come home rich as fuck (Uh)
Your bitch said she get wet when she laugh
She told me tickle her (ah)
Take her down a back street (rah, uh, uh)
Back me, yeah, hold up, come on
Switch it up, switch it up, switch it up
Pull up, smash out, Hilton
(Rah, yuh) , lobby runnin' (Rah)
Tip (Yuh) , dig me (Yuh) , let a nigga know (Yuh, yuh, yuh, SSET)
Them dollar signs got me trippin'
(Yuh) , wicked (Yuh)
Sticky (Yuh) , I can't even open up my jaw (Ah, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Rich sex, poppin' pills in her pussy
(Yuh, bah) got a earring
(Swear) , but, lil momma
I can't wife no thot (Ah)
Ah, ooh, da da da da, ah, ooh
Now imagine if I did that on your box, ooh
(Haha) yeah, it's cool
Out the day I drove the ragtop (Ah, ooh)
Niggas talkin' like they gangster
But they cap though (Yuh, yuh)
Told 'em I'ma wait back
(Yuh) , see you when you get on (Yuh, yuh)
You the same one that got lost in the sauce
(Rah, rah) i took out some time just
To gather all my thoughts (On God)
Ringtone Phone, let me sing your ass a song
(Let's go)
Quarter of the Xan, I'm very particular
(Uh, uh)
They say drugs is bad, but I beg to differ
Uh (Uh, uh, uh)
I'm in the studio late as night and
I come home rich as fuck (Uh)
Your bitch said she get wet when she laugh
She told me tickle her (Ah)
Take her down a back street
I'm working on dying on God uh, yuh, yuh
Told 'em I'ma wait back
(Yuh) , see you when you get on (Yuh, yuh)
You the same one that got lost in the sauce
(Rah, rah) i took out some time just
To gather all my thoughts (On God)
Ringtone Phone, let me sing your ass a song
(Let's go)
Quarter of the Xan, I'm very particular
(Uh, uh)
They say drugs is bad, but I beg to differ
Uh (Uh, uh, uh)
I'm in the studio late as night and
I come home rich as fuck (Uh)
Your bitch said she get wet when she laugh
She told me tickle her (ah)
Take her down a back street (rah, uh, uh)
Back me, yeah, hold up, come on
Switch it up, switch it up, switch it up
Pull up, smash out, Hilton
(Rah, yuh) , lobby runnin' (Rah)
Tip (Yuh) , dig me (Yuh) , let a nigga know (Yuh, yuh, yuh, SSET)
Them dollar signs got me trippin'
(Yuh) , wicked (Yuh)
Sticky (Yuh) , I can't even open up my jaw (Ah, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Rich sex, poppin' pills in her pussy
(Yuh, bah) got a earring
(Swear) , but, lil momma
I can't wife no thot (Ah)
Ah, ooh, da da da da, ah, ooh
Now imagine if I did that on your box, ooh
(Haha) yeah, it's cool
Out the day I drove the ragtop (Ah, ooh)
Niggas talkin' like they gangster
But they cap though (Yuh, yuh)
Told 'em I'ma wait back
(Yuh) , see you when you get on (Yuh, yuh)
You the same one that got lost in the sauce
(Rah, rah) i took out some time just
To gather all my thoughts (On God)
Ringtone Phone, let me sing your ass a song
(Let's go)
Quarter of the Xan, I'm very particular
(Uh, uh)
They say drugs is bad, but I beg to differ
Uh (Uh, uh, uh)
I'm in the studio late as night and
I come home rich as fuck (Uh)
Your bitch said she get wet when she laugh
She told me tickle her (Ah)
Take her down a back street