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Sauce
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sauce was released on October 17, 2021 by Juke Krim as a part of the album Primus Inter Pares
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Release DateOctober 17, 2021
LabelJuke Krim
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Krim
Krim
Performer
Juke Oane
Juke Oane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justice Oranefo
Justice Oranefo
Songwriter
Chinyere Onuoha
Chinyere Onuoha
Songwriter

Lyrics

SAUCE
Verse 1 (Juke):
Tell me what u saying
Better be kinda lit
Keeping it animate
If u step off boy imma desolate
Eh
See I innovate
In all kinda ways
They say I’m the heavyweight
And the word on the street
You’re a feather weight
Yeah yeah yeah
Ok I’m god
Yeah come take a knee
Better shut down imma break ur knee
Snap the teeth and make it neat
Drop the games and take a leave
Coco puff yeah take a whiff
Open up the phantom
It’s a rosey day for the Opera
Catch u lurking
Boys are cocking
Better get down yeah
Take a cover
They go rush in for the dollar
Won’t be subtle when they hover
Hmmm
Hm hm yeah ok I got it
Yeha I’m photogenic
That’s right a **** made it
And I bring the heat
Chorus:
I got sauce for the people
Yeah be break bread
Dollar signs through the peep hole
Yeah we break bread
Poker face I got a mean tooth
Yeah we break bread
Then I move out yeah I’m leathal
Yeah we break bread
Verse 2 (Krim):
No shit, Jukes on a mad one
Fire pit, puff and drag-on
Come to yard wana buy one, no seller in here just long ones
Ohh shit, still ain’t said none, sucha dope beat lemme try some
Feeling myself like I’m on one, slow it down try get waaaarrmm!
I ball like a soccer mum, multitasking
When the oven pop, use a napkin
Breaking bad I mean, taking liberties
Kill the bigotry, call a dignitary
Let’s have an assembly, talk about why your leaders fail
Better yet, setup an enquiry with a 5 year timescale
Mr 24/7
Blow past 7/11
Team like Ocean's 11, I’m the lucky number 7
Higher like higher power I’m sitting on higher heavens
Flow like Mack 11, I’m packing a secret weapon
Chorus
I got sauce for the people
Yeah be break bread
Dollar signs through the peep hole
Yeah we break bread
Poker face I got a mean tooth
Yeah we break bread
Then I move out yeah I’m leathal
Yeah we break bread
Verse 3 (Krim):
Cruising in my ride through the streets in the early hours
Meditating away, my brain needs a cold shower
Police pull me over, say I’m driving too slow
Tryna imply I’m high, cos my eyes too low
I tell em not today though, taking my time you know
Looking down at the earth cos I’m sick of this shit
We walk alone, die alone ain’t no soul we leaving with
And who ever we know, got their shit to deal with
Written by: Chinyere Onuoha, Justice Oranefo
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