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] Hey, I heard you been talkin' bout me But I can step up to the mic any night and my mind rips 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 sh** I been on the grind, I walk though, b**h Tryna spit a rhyme with confidence, and find a piece of mind, stay positive Laid back, watch me making hay-stacks f** 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 [Hook] [Verse 2] 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 sh** 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 sh** 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 sh**, 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 f**ing with the sleeper [Hook]