Miss Tha Sauce

100 Bands on me, expect the vans yuh
Hit the switch, swear I'm sittin' on bags yuh
Talkin' bout' how I had a bad year
Shorty fucking we still on a bad year
No more talking to me like you know me
20 bobbies on me like i'm Kobe
All them bad like, tsssk, tsssk

Oh no no no oh no no no
Oh no no saw she miss tha sauce (yeah)
She miss tha sauce she miss tha sauce (yeah)
She miss tha sauce (yeah)
She miss tha sauce (On me)
She miss tha sauce (Only) she miss tha sauce
Yeah, yeah

We can hang we can do that chitty bang bang
But I can't promise that we gon'
Do that whole love thang we
You know I'm on a whole
Nother' nother' drug thang
Out here ricky ricky ricky ricky rollin
Out here acting like i'm somebody important
Out here wishing that you was
Somebody portant' to me i know yeah yeah
You miss tha sauce, you miss the drip
You miss the way, I hold your hips
You miss the wave, you miss the wave
You miss the wave ohh

You miss tha sauce you miss tha sauce ohh
Wooooh

She miss tha sauce she miss tha sauce
She miss tha sauce