Flow Jones Jr. - SOSs lyrics

[intro: Flow Jones Jr. & Balowiththeveggies] Boy up in Minnesota They don't know what's in the soda Take advantage of their daughters Never tell them what they 'posed to Almost thought she was a baddie Last night she almost had me Knee deep in that Lean-a That broad come in handy Pay-phone,Pay-phone Feds can't trace call Peso, case closed Mami, I'm sorry [Hook: AntagoniZt] They don't know what's in the sauce They don't know what's in the sauce They just hope I take a loss Racing races to the top (Top) They don't know what's in the sauce(They don't know) They don't know what's in the sauce(They don't know) You got your girl that Victoria Secret n***a, Guess who Took It Off [Verse 1: Thami] They don't know whats in the sauce I put the bacon on the waffle The plague with ache just bring the cops I'm playing with paper, pens n pot These lames is late on Cape Malay's I'm moving weight n paper chasing Pulling 8's, so Salaam-Alaikum Pulling out, so no baby raising Vague invasions leave me in the state I'm facing(skiiiiirt) Leave me in the state of racing Egoli chasing eZol eWayy in Looking at the booty that these dawg's put faith in But when the condom breaking we be all debating I'm the father maybe but we all just crazy and were all incompetent Yet we spawn with confidence n your broad is on to it When these balls is on her lips And we all just on just on her lips N these broads are offering like buhhh N If your broad is popping like buhh N if that booty be foreign like uhh.. When I k** it like cereal like uh uh, pah Ratata Looking like uh(Mmmmmm) [Hook: AntagoniZt] They don't know what's in the sauce They don't know what's in the sauce They just hope I take a loss Racing races to the top (Top) They don't know what's in the sauce(They don't know) They don't know what's in the sauce(They don't know) You got your girl that Victoria Secret n***a, Guess who Took It off [Bridge: Flow Jones Jr.] Yeah, I took it off(Yeah, yeah) And you took a loss(Yeah, yeah) Hit it once, hit it once Then I Skirrrt off, Skirrrt off Yeah, its Flow Ma'f**in' Jones Its Flow Ma'f**in' Jones [Verse 2: Flow Jones Jr.] Mr. Got-huns in abundance, they all plumbers Pipe needs attendance, you know i'm a menace I don't need a peasant, we all tryna' eat Yo i'm tryna' get seconds Yeah! With the goonies actin' foolish Yeah! Don't make us do it Cause i'm tired of getting sued by these dirty n******gs suited Bad bad, b**bies and Booties, she got from Woolies, I swear Mood moola, life a movie, i'm Martin Scorsese Your money don't phase me Damn! i'm on Henny and Jamie for real Keats be so careless and reckless for real Zaine be on Xanny a hell of pill BlackVeggies, BV, be with the sh**s Don't need a CV, receiving cheque's of, of these CD's I'm still working on TV k** or get k**ed, your b**h on my sh** You think you a Tjaro, i'm moving this Kilimanjaro Run a train with my soldado's, upload it and make it go viral Hit you with a text "hade" Plead the 5th if she a 6 or plus more, night before I was lit in a sprinter With baddies we got of Twitter with some liquor [Bridge: Balowiththeveggies] Almost thought she was a baddie Last night she almost had me Knee deep in that Lean-a [Verse 3: Balowiththeveggies] Baddies, that's something bad for me I know, that I'm addicted I don't need u tripping Just roll up these bags for me, pa** to me I just hope, I can cope, get my money, get my doe Don't hit coke, sip the coke, hit the Sprite, all night Running with my whoadies yeah Run up on your clique yeah, running with my homies yeah And I got your b**h yeah, running with my homie yeah That's my day 1 from the K1 yeah we came from nothing We just started stacking money yeah Switch it, coppers tryna' get me yeah And u know I'm different, dick her in a minivan, yeah Damn, lipstick on my blunts She need a father figure I figured I could b the one yeah Split her then use the scissors I will not let her get to the funds Yeah They think I'm on a mission but I think that I already won yeah And I'm out here, stacking the digits, stacking the moola And I'm out here, counting my moola all in a Uber