Текст песни Hot Sauce - Young M.A
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
hoe
This
her
favorite
song,
this
her
favorite
song
(OOOUUU)
She
get
in
her
Birk
when
they
put
this
on
Oww,
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
I'm
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
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