Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hot Sauce, artist - Young M.A. Album song Herstory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |