Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hot Sauce , by - Young M.A. Song from the album Herstory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.04.2017
Record label: 3D, m.a
Song language: English
Hot Sauce |
| Straight off the top |
| M.A bring them hoes out |
| Redlyfe bring them poles out |
| Pull up to the club with a bottle on me (that Henny) |
| I’m already sipping |
| Got five voicemails, I just left the brib |
| And my bitch, she already tripping |
| Blu just rolled a blunt, he like, «bro you good?» |
| I’m like, «nah bro, let me hit it» |
| Puff puff drink, I don’t wanna think |
| Groupies want a picture, groupies gotta wait |
| I’m in another zone, I’m in another zone |
| My girl getting on my nerves, I ain’t going home |
| Ain’t got time for this shit (I don’t got time for this shit) |
| I ain’t got time for this bitch (I don’t got time for this bitch) |
| Throwing ones like money grow on trees |
| So when I look down all I see is green |
| Never look for love in the strip club |
| Where all the bartenders give me big hugs, wait |
| Hold up, turn around, tssk, girl |
| Where you think you going with that big butt? |
| Brown water sippin' in that big cup |
| My nigga Bottle only rolling big blunts |
| Chill dude, you are not a tough guy |
| Not the only one with a gun, guy |
| My hitters like shootin' shit for fun, guy |
| Head shot, hit the boy one time |
| Do not come to Brooklyn with that nonsense |
| I used to bag the work in them apartments |
| Now I get a bag for a walkthrough |
| If you want to book me, Big Savage who you talk to |
| While they making disses I’m just making hits |
| 'Cause if it don’t make dollars it don’t make no sense |
| This is chess, not checkers, learn the game dude |
| But I just can’t relate 'cause that’s what lames do |
| Big brown bone, she look like Babe Ruth |
| She let me hit it out the park like I’m Babe Ruth |
| Then I hit my dougie, ooh I’m pretty though |
| Bring that Hilfiger back and I’m jiggy though |
| Niggas know I’m hot but they envy though |
| Oh well, at least my bitch is with me ho |
| This her favorite song, this her favorite song (OOOUUU) |
| She get in her Birk when they put this on |
| Owww, that’s the thot call |
| OOOUUU, shawty got that hot sauce |
| My guys don’t talk, they just pop off |
| If a thot tryna front, she’ll get dropped off |
| My homie Sav in that Porsche with the top off |
| I’m in that Audi with some slippers and some socks on |
| Doin' 95 just to piss a cop off |
| Then I pull up to your hood and piss your block off (skrt skrt) |
| Bitch I got that hot sauce |
| So NY with these Timbs on |
| And shoutout to the girls who don’t wear sew-ins |
| Cause it’s all about my bitches with the wigs on, OOOUUU |
| You don’t got no hot sauce |
| You are not hot, you a knockoff |
| Fuck around boy and get your top knocked off |
| Hear them hoes, yeah they quick to really pop off |
| And them Redlyfe niggas, yeah they pop off |
| And you know this the beat I can bop on |
| Yeah we bop on, New York City bop on 'em |
| Yeah we bop, I’ma bop, I’ma bop on 'em |
| OOOUUU |
| Yeah we got that hot sauce |
| But you niggas got no hot sauce |
| This the type of beat I can bop on |
| I need a quick thot that can top off |
| This the year that I really get my guap on |
| And you know the whole game, I got a lock on |
| It’s Young M. A, Redlyfe, got that hot sauce |
| Redlyfe got that hot sauce |
| Shawty you don’t got no hot sauce |
| Nah, you don’t got no hot sauce |
| You don’t got no hot sauce |
| Them Redlyfe niggas got that hot sauce |