French Montana - Stake Sauce lyrics

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French Montana - Stake Sauce lyrics

[Production by Dame Grease] [Max B] Uh, yeah Coke Wavy Season Boss Don, French Let's go [Hook] Yeah, I'm in the ghetto everyday And ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday And I'm in the streets till the prisons look at me like "What's wave? " Baby so come and play I got that Henny mixed with Coke Got that Cliquot mixed with ice They just put me on the line, and my freethrow lookin' nice I was born and raised in the ghetto (Born and raised baby) Yeah [Verse 1: Max B] I'm heavy B, co*k that Desert E Crusing in that Beamer like I'm 70 20 miles an hour in a 50 zone just so you can see me go My mayo right, lookin' at that tailpipe Put it up on that scale right, bet it come back Even Steves These b**hes best believe in me When I tell 'em "Baby let me take you out this ghetto that you livin' in" Biggaveli 'bout his Benjamins, send 'em in Make 'em s** and f** dem dicks, lately I don't trust the tricks Hit me up, let's stay the night, pimpin' was my way of life Slippin' and I paid the price Left my b**h alone and let her gone Six thousand miles away from home Sittin' with this guilt tryna cope the pain, no, tryna rope the game Record labels is now focusing On the weak sh** y'all provide so my sons won't even listen to Bigga speak the truth, I ain't dissin' you, listen boo [Hook] Yeah, I'm in the ghetto everyday And ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday And I'm in the streets till the prisons look at me like "What's wave? " Baby so come and play I got that Henny mixed with Coke Got that Cliquot mixed with ice They just put me on the line, and my freethrow lookin' nice I was born and raised in the ghetto (Born and raised baby) Yeah [Verse 2: French Montana] Hit him if he actin' up, bread I be stackin' up Work I be baggin' up, homie that's what I do Young boys duckin' feds, n***as comin' for ya head 16, one in the head, homie that's what I do In the hood I was born and raised Homie ghetto bound, life is a b**h, I'm tryna settle down Them metal rounds gon' hit ya up, split ya up Paramedics gift ya up, coke boys fix ya up Welcome to the hood, to the corners, backblocks n***as foamin' out the mouth, lookin' for a jackpot A silverback ape Cop it when it's here, in a drought I be sellin' back weight We got the streets, steak sauce We on top of beef, a whole lotta heat We never sleep, homie I'm Ray Charles I ain't gotta see, n***a we got the streets