Jake Hole - Canes Sauce

Lyrics from snippet

{intro}
J-j-j-jake hole
Yeah, brother, woah, brother, yeah, brother (i love you, mr. hole)
That cane sauce, that cane sauce, woah
That cane sauce, that cane sauce

{chorus}
I bought a whole cup of cane sauce
Now i brought it back home, just so i could use it all as lube
I got rough in his bank box
Chain swing, swanging, as i slang ding-dong in his gooch

{post-chorus}
Don't be chicken, give me cock, in this coupé, four door
For more dudes for us to come around and scoop, uh
Pop a rhino and a bluechew, bluetooth some tunes
Cha cha slide in my dude, then i get in my groove, woah

{verse 1}
Dude pilled dudecel, bro, i'm tryna dudemaxx
Butt so big, you would think it had two cracks
One creampie, yessir, that's the dude tax
Nuts so big, you would think it had two sacks
Woah, brown eye, got to sharing it
No, i'm not a cuck, but i think i'm down to share again
Mmm, i like a lot of hair on men
I just wanna suck, but don't get it in my hair again
I'm tearing it, arrogant, two guys in a parked car
When it come's to bussy, i got knowledge like i'm nardwuar
Spitting narbars, pov, prefer the dmd
No pmv on dvd, you're seeing me on tev
Aye, yessiree, i'm a freak, hoo, i'm a stinky boy
Don't call me sus when i'm the straightest man in illinois
Okay, yeah, yeah, i'm 'bout to get annoyed
I want a blue dildo, but they only sell the pinkest toys

{chorus}
I bought a whole cup of cane sauce
Now i brought it back home, just so i could use it all as lube
I got rough in his bank box
Chain swing, swanging, as i slang ding-dong in his gooch

{post-chorus}
Don't be chicken, give me cock, in this coupé, four door
For more dudes for us to come around and scoop, uh
Pop a rhino and a bluechew, bluetooth some tunes
Cha cha slide in my dude, then i get in my groove, woah

{verse 2}
I been on a grind, on that wood, on that sodomy
Only i thing i body, honestly, is his body meat
Hornily, haughtily, only way it oughta be
I gotta hydrate, i need my fluids, talking bodily
If i'm lying, then i'm flying like a griffin, i need wiener
When i'm at my lowest, i get desperate for the peter
Under sheets like a ghost, doing tricks on his tree, then
Herming out at home now, he with me, he a eater
Passing dildos like batons, you would think that we be running track
Credit, maybe debit way i slide the meat between the crack
No "she-shee", only "hee-hee", mike jack
These balls are (?...), why i got a running back
Heh, press record, then i spit, i'm not talking music
Bro, that meat way too big, you almost had me puking
He said he ain't on the pill, like, is he stupid?
If i find out that he pregnant, then i'm prolly moving

{chorus}
I bought a whole cup of cane sauce
Now i brought it back home, just so i could use it all as lube
I got rough in his bank box
Chain swing, swanging, as i slang ding-dong in his gooch

{post-chorus}
Don't be chicken, give me cock, in this coupé, four door
For more dudes for us to come around and scoop, uh
Pop a rhino and a bluechew, bluetooth some tunes
Cha cha slide in my dude, then i get in my groove, woah

{outro}
Don't be chicken, give me cock, in this coupé, four door
For more dudes for us to come around and scoop, uh
Pop a rhino and a bluechew, bluetooth some tunes
Cha cha slide in my dude, then i get in my groove, woah