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conversations.value: Write me a song called Sauce (Version 2) with the following description: “Sauce” is an unreleased collaboration between Lil Uzi Vert and Playboi Carti. The track was first previewed with a snippet played during an Instagram livestream by Uzi on January 11, 2021. Shortly after ending the livestream, Uzi tweeted “29”, indicating that Carti was the featured artist.
  The song then leaked in its entirety on March 21, 2023. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
  And niggas don't know I've been wearing this Rick shit (On God)
  Y'all just gettin' to it (On God)
  And that's on everything
  Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi Vert)
  (
  Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?
  )
  [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard
  Sauce real hard (Bih'), sauce real hard
  Sauce real hard (Yeah), oh my God
  Sauce real hard, sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah)
  Sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah, woah)
  [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
  All hundreds on a nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
  Countin' all this money, my fingers got blisters, yeah
  I got bitches that's on top of bitches, yeah
  I got bottom bitches, I got top bitches, yeah
  Make her suck my dick way before I finish, yeah
  Man, my fingers itchin' then my palms itchin', yeah
  Presidential Rollie my wrist, uh (Huh?)
  Look at my watch when it bang, ho'
  They say, "Uzi, why you the same fo'?"
  'Cause Margiela on me, no plain clothes
  I stay in this shit like I can't go
  Mortal Kombat, my chain just like Kano
  I don't wan' talk about bankroll
  I say "Hi" to my haters like Maino (Hi, haters)
  I cannot be 'round the fake, no
  You know I got to stay in my game, oh
  Man, your girl, she gon' do it so good
  Make me lift my leg up like I'm Fabo
  Undercover, pop the tag
  Louis V print on my bag (Yeah, yeah)
  I just pulled up with a Patek (Yeah, yeah)
  No, I cannot do no average, yeah (Yeah, no)
  Know I pull up a G-Wagen (G-Wagen)
  B on the front, so you know that's a BRABUS (Yeah)
  I saw your girl walkin', she had a fatty (Ayy)
  You pulled up the baddest, I bag it, what happened? (Ayy)
  Everything I touch a classic (Ayy)
  I'm in my mode, you can't touch me, I'm passive (Ayy)
  Life have been strange ever since I fucked Ashley (Ayy)
  That was your baby, that girl called me Daddy (Yeah)
  I can't give you full details, I'm not too chatty
  First car was a Lambo', drove it like it's Caddy (Skrrrt)
  That boy, he was hot like a peppermint patty
  My boy pull up, rob the bank like my name Shaggy
  Japanese clothes on me but never been in Japan, damn
  I barely made it to France, yeah (Damn)
  Rocks in my socks like they Stance, yeah
  Stick to the code and my stance (Code)
  I spent a hundred in Dover Street Market, yes
  Why you think I am a target? Yeah
  Smokin' on gas, not no parsley, uh
  Talk to 'em, Bash Barti (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & 
  Playboi Carti
  ]
  Sauce real hard (
  Yeah
  ), sauce real hard (
  Yeah
  )
  Sauce real hard (
  Yeah
  ), sauce real hard (
  Yeah
  )
  Oh my god (
  Yeah
  )
  Sauce real hard (
  Yeah
  ), sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah)
  Sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah, woah)
  [Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
  If that bitch say it's up, then it's up (Yeah, okay)
  You know we don't give no fuck (Okay, okay)
  You know we keepin' them cups
   (Okay, okay)
  You know we keepin' it up (Okay, okay, okay)
  No, I'm not lockin' it tight (Okay)
  No, I can't fuck with these guys (Okay)
  Get in my coupe and I ride, yeah (Drive it)
  I get in that bitch and I drive, yeah
  None of my jewelry need light, yeah
  All of this jewelry, this ice, yeah
  I can't link up, these niggas been bitin'
  They gon' take all my shit and hide it
  I'm gon' roll in that bitch like a 
  lighter
  I'm gon' fuck on that bitch like I'm tight
  Feel so confident, bitch, I'm not lyin'
  Put that cash on your head, wipe your mind (Yeah)
  I can't go nowhere without my nine
  Pop a pill and I feel like I'm flyin' (Yeah)
  I'm too high, bitch, I feel like I'm dying
  I got high and I fucked on a dime (Yeah)
  I popped out and I did me a crime (Yeah, know what I'm sayin')
  Free my partners that's doin' the time (Okay, okay)
  I bet they can't 
  cross at me lyin'
   (Cross at me lyin')
  I can't see these niggas, I'm blind (Ah yeah)
  I'm up in Philly, I'm shinin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
  Spending that shit, get it back three times (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
  100K on just Chrome, lil' bitch
  I could've bought me a home, lil' bitch (Okay, yeah)
  You know I'm breakin' the scale (Okay)
  I got my pints out the mail (I got my pints out the mail)
  Plus, I got gas like a Shell (Plus, I got gas like a Shell, okay)
  Everything, yeah, on shit (Yeah, yeah)
  I'm too rich to be 
  real
   (Okay)
  I ain't ever tuck my tail (Yeah)
  Bitch, I'm givin' them hell (Givin' them hell)
  Bitch, we givin' them hell (Givin' them hell)
  Never play fair (Nah)
  I done ran through some paper (Yeah, okay)
  Different coupe, yeah, whole new flavor (Okay)
  I got shit down, save it for later (What? Yeah)
  Pushed out on all of these bitches
  Lame niggas, 
  they
   always switching
  My ho', she swear she different
  These hoes, they know I'm different
  Big racks, can't sit how I'm sitting
  Cuban chains, no diamonds, yes
  Don't touch my palms, they itch
  I took the Rolls-Royce outside, bitch [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert, 
  Playboi Carti
   & 
  Both
  ]
  (Yeah)
  Sauce real hard (
  Okay
  ), sauce real hard (
  Yeah
  )
  Sauce real hard (
  Yeah
  ), sauce real hard (
  Okay
  )
  Sauce real hard (
  Yeah
  ), oh my God (
  Yeah
  )
  Sauce real hard (
  Yeah
  ), sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah)
  (
  Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?
  )
  Sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah, woah)