Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Sauce

off the top
M.A bring hoes out
bring them poles out

Pull up to the club with a on me (that Henny)
I'm sipping
Got five voicemails, I left the brib
And my bitch, she already
Blu rolled a blunt, he like, "bro you good?"
I'm like, "nah bro, let me hit it"
Puff puff drink, I wanna think
Groupies a picture, groupies gotta wait
I'm in another zone, I'm in zone
My girl getting on my nerves, I ain't home
Ain't got time for this shit (I don't got time for shit)
I ain't got time for this bitch (I got time for this bitch)
Throwing like money grow on trees
So I look down all I see is green
Never for love in the strip club
Where all the bartenders give me big hugs,
up, turn around, tssk, girl
Where you think you with that big butt?
Brown water in that big cup
My nigga Bottle only rolling big
Chill dude, you are not a guy
Not the one with a gun, guy
My hitters like shit for fun, guy
shot, hit the boy one time
Do not come to Brooklyn with that
I used to bag the work in them
Now I get a bag for a
If you want to book me, Big who you talk to
While they disses I'm just making hits
'Cause if it don't make dollars it don't no sense
is chess, not checkers, learn the game dude
But I can't relate 'cause that's what lames do
Big brown bone, she like Babe Ruth
She let me hit it out the park like I'm Ruth
Then I hit my dougie, ooh I'm though
Bring Hilfiger back and I'm jiggy though
Niggas I'm hot but they envy though
Oh well, at my bitch is with me ho
This her favorite song, her favorite song (OOOUUU)
She get in her Birk when they put on
Oww, that's the thot
OOOUUU, shawty got hot sauce
My guys don't talk, just pop off
If a tryna front, she'll get dropped off
My homie Sav in that with the top off
I'm in that Audi with some slippers and some on
95 just to piss a cop off
Then I pull up to hood and piss your block off (skrt skrt)
I got that hot sauce
So NY with Timbs on
And shoutout to the girls who don't sew-ins
it's all about my bitches with the wigs on, OOOUUU
You got no hot sauce
You are not hot, you a
Fuck boy and get your top knocked off
them hoes, yeah they quick to really pop off
And them niggas, yeah they pop off
And you this the beat I can bop on
Yeah we bop on, New City bop on 'em
Yeah we bop, I'ma bop, bop on 'em

Yeah we got hot sauce
But you niggas got no hot
This the type of I can bop on
I need a quick thot can top off
This the year that I get my guap on
And you know the whole game, I got a on
It's Young M.A, Redlyfe, got that hot
Redlyfe got hot sauce
Shawty you got no hot sauce
Nah, you got no hot sauce
You got no hot sauce
Them Redlyfe niggas got hot sauce