MellowSauce

Lyrics

[Intro: Susan Harrison & William Windom] Who are we? None of us knows, Major We don't know who we are, we don't know where we are Each of us woke up one moment and here we were in the darkness [Verse 1: Da$h] She poppin' X, more O's Smell me as soon as I walk through the door Said it before, H'z and Co OG and sour, don't pass me no dro Or you catch me fuckin' leanin' Eyes lookin' real Krispy Kreme-ish Glazed over, can't remain sober, days like Hangover 'Caine Range Rover, so you hear a nigga sincere Cobain reincarnated, feel like I already been here And I'm queasy off the White Remy, don't believe me? Bitches in bikinis down to testify, like a nigga pleading I'm feelin' like Eazy, black skully under that Cali sun Hoes wanna go skiing in Hollywood, but that snow gon' come To the hills, eat what you kill, you niggas meals, so fuckin' real Them niggas at CNN offerin' deals, bitch [Verse 2: RetcH] Open a pound, break that shit down Distribute the work and then shut down the town Bitch, I want money, and want that shit now Pass the Febreeze 'cause this shit really loud My mom gon' trip at the smell of this shit Kicked out for the night, had to call up my bitch Woke up to hot tea, pancakes, and grits Before I hit the strip, had to suck on the tits Fuck on the clit, she suck on my dick I give her a kiss, that's my motherfuckin' bitch I'ma nasty ass nigga, yeah, I motherfuckin' know Askin' 'bout my fit, yeah, that's motherfuckin' 'Lo If it ain't 'Lo, then it's motherfuckin' slow If you ain't know, that's a motherfuckin' no P to the O to the L to the O Niggas already know I be 'Lo to the floor And that's E-R-day, ho, ain't know? Say so Might throw on that Champ hoodie if I'm tryna be on my lay-low Trap wear, trap gear, BC, we trap here Got a yellow bitch rollin' off a pill And she stuntin' in the black dress with the black hair She love when I fuck her on the wall Me and her scalp play tug of war Her tongue and her throat, yeah, they love my balls She always in them Vickies, yeah, I love them drawers I call my dick "Chachi" and he love them jaws Cops and the judge, yeah, fuck 'em all Hating on a nigga, but I brush 'em off Left a bitch crib like, "We fuck tomorrow?" Yeah, we fuck tomorrow, said we fuck tomorrow, we can fuck tomorrow, we can fuck all day To that Lou Rawls shit from back in the day, Early Morning Love will be the song I sing Tell a lil' bitch, "What you know 'bout me?" I be on that pimp shit Can't fuck with you fuck niggas call yall niggas be simpin' Bitches [Outro: RetcH] Like, yeah Nigga Tell that bitch she better call Tyrone