"Hot Sauce" lyrics

Pretty Shy & Doobie Lyrics

"Hot Sauce"

Been it over buss it open for me baby you that Hot Sauce
Yeen talking money grab my Birkin and I walk off
You know I stay with shooters fuck around and blow your top off
Done got some niggas knocked off
But never rock a knock off

Been it over buss it open for me baby you that Hot Sauce
Yeen talking money grab my Birkin and I walk off
You know I stay with shooters fuck around and blow your top off
Done got some niggas knocked off
But never rock a knock off

Everything is big lil nigga, everything expensive
Got him on his knees looking real repentive
If you ain't want em dead, never should have sent him
Bout to grab my Glock and make that shit extensive
Bend it over buss it open for me trynna see ya work
When a check a status only time I check a purse
make a nigga spend his last make a nigga put me first
if you want me to drop it then drop it on a purse
Bend it over bust it open for me told em get to moving
Make that ass clap, while ya play my music and they gone make it shake if I tell em to do it
I'm the reason that he got it and the reason that he loose it

Been it over buss it open for me baby you that Hot Sauce
Yeen talking money grab my Birkin and I walk off
You know I stay with shooters fuck around and blow your top off
Done got some niggas knocked off
But never rock a knock off

Been it over buss it open for me baby you that Hot Sauce
Yeen talking money grab my Birkin and I walk off
You know I stay with shooters fuck around and blow your top off
Done got some niggas knocked off
But never rock a knock off

You ain't never fucked a white boy shorty I'm the right one
Imma beat that pussy up cuz I ain't never like guns
How you call yourself a smoker you don't want to pay for it
If it's real zaza I can charge a arm and leg for it
If I'm lien then I'm flying private jet to a island
Smoke so much damn zaza look like my eyelids from Thailand
I can drip in designer, but I get so sick of styling
I got clothes from O and O's still in the box how I got em
Foreign car a elephant cause the trunk in front
Weighed a pound of that pressure and likely pints of that punch
Put that pussy on a stretcher from behind she ain't running
Bend it over bust it open she gone get me in trouble

Been it over buss it open for me baby you that Hot Sauce
Yeen talking money grab my Birkin and I walk off
You know I stay with shooters fuck around and blow your top off
Done got some niggas knocked off
But never rock a knock off

Been it over buss it open for me baby you that Hot Sauce
Yeen talking money grab my Birkin and I walk off
You know I stay with shooters fuck around and blow your top off
Done got some niggas knocked off
But never rock a knock off


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