paroles de chanson Hot Sauce (feat. Family Bvsiness) - KXNG Crooked , Family Bvsiness
(Yeah)
Nod
your
head
like
this
(Yeah)
Nod
your
head
like
this
(Yeah)
Nod
your
head
like
this
(Yeah)
Nod
your
head
like
this
(Yeah)
Nod
your
head
like
this
(Yeah)
Nod
your
head
like
this
(Yeah)
All
my
niggas
got
guns
and
shit
(Yeah)
All
my
niggas
sell
drugs
and
shit
(Yeah)
All
my
niggas
got
a
scholarship
(Yeah)
Get
a
good
career
and
still
love
this
shit
(Yeah)
Hot
sauce,
nigga
hot
sauce
(Yeah)
Everybody
got
hot
sauce
(Yeah)
Old
school′s
with
the
tops
off
(Yeah)
Her
head
hard
but
the
box
soft
(Yeah)
Born
poor
we
gon'
die
rich
Born
poor
we
gon′
die
rich
Born
poor
wе
gon'
die
rich
Hot
sauce,
nigga
hot
sauce
(Yеah)
Born
poor
we
gon'
die
rich
Born
poor
we
gon′
die
rich
Born
poor
we
gon′
die
rich
Hot
sauce,
nigga
hot
sauce
Drip
Yo,
they
thought
I
was
crazy,
crazy
Thought
I
was
crazy,
crazy
aye
But
I
got
the
gravy,
gravy
I'm
Doctor
Sebi
aye,
(Haha)
Got
the
secret
to
life,
nigga,
that′s
why
I'm
wavy
I′m
like
Jesus
Christ,
'cause
when
they
try
to
slay
me,
I′m
strapped
to
a
tee
Don't
try
to
play
me
(Pop,
pop,
pop)
Flyest
niggas
is
the
crudest
with
me
(Ahh)
Fuck
Burberry,
Gucci,
Fendi
(Yeah)
Et
cetera,
trendsetter,
bruh
Never
needed
name
brands
to
be
trendy
I'm
drippin′
swag
when
I
perspire
I
get
the
bag,
you
a
purse
buyer
My
bitch
is
bad
like
BeBe′s
kids
I
mean,
"Holy
Smokes",
church
fire
All
my
niggas
got
guns
and
shit
(Yeah)
All
my
niggas
sell
drugs
and
shit
(Yeah)
All
my
niggas
got
a
scholarship
(Yeah)
Get
a
good
career
and
still
love
this
shit
(Yeah)
Hot
sauce,
nigga
hot
sauce
(Yeah)
Everybody
got
hot
sauce
(Yeah)
Old
school's
with
the
tops
off
(Yeah)
Her
head
hard
but
the
box
soft
(Yeah)
Born
poor
we
gon′
die
rich
Born
poor
we
gon'
die
rich
Born
poor
we
gon′
die
rich
Hot
sauce,
nigga
hot
sauce
(Yeah)
Born
poor
we
gon'
die
rich
Born
poor
we
gon′
die
rich
Born
poor
we
gon'
die
rich
Hot
sauce,
nigga
hot
sauce
Hot
sauce,
nigga
hot
sauce
You
don't
understand?
That′s
squad
talk
I′m
in
the
strip
club
with
the
bartender
I
don't
need
to
drink
to
get
topped
off
We
hold
it
down
for
the
Golden
State
We
move
around
like
we
own
the
place
Outshine
us?
They
know
they
can′t
We
clean
just
like
a
fresh
coat
of
paint
I'ma
repeat
this
′cause
I
should
No
matter
where
I
go,
I'm
good
(Yep)
Even
South
Park
knows
Kenny
always
in
the
hood
Live
the
life
without
havin′
a
thing
(Yeah,
uh)
Ain't
that
a
bitch?
I'll
battle
you
for
the
Cake
Hammy
cream
(Yeah,
uh)
I′ll
be
cake
batter
rich
808′s
make
the
speakers
hum
A
better
future,
I
just
think
of
one
They
manifest
it
'til
my
kingdom
come
Melanin,
my
skin
drinks
the
sun
Ghetto
dope,
I′m
like
Master-P,
ho
I'm
ghetto
though,
hot
bag
of
Cheetos
Red
Rooster,
that′s
the
key
though
Half
the
world
want
my
Tapatío
All
my
niggas
got
guns
and
shit
(Yeah)
All
my
niggas
sell
drugs
and
shit
(Yeah)
All
my
niggas
got
a
scholarship
(Yeah)
Get
a
good
career
and
still
love
this
shit
(Yeah)
Hot
sauce,
nigga
hot
sauce,
(Yeah)
Everybody
got
hot
sauce
(Yeah)
Old
school's
with
the
tops
off
(Yeah)
Her
head
hard
but
the
box
soft
(Yeah)
Born
poor
we
gon′
die
rich
Born
poor
we
gon'
die
rich
Born
poor
we
gon'
die
rich
Hot
sauce,
nigga
hot
sauce
(Yeah)
Born
poor
we
gon′
die
rich
Born
poor
we
gon′
die
rich
Born
poor
we
gon'
die
rich
Hot
sauce,
nigga
hot
sauce
(Yeah)
Drip
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