"Hot Sauce" lyrics

Nigga, you trippin'
I'm finger-lickin'
Pussy better than hot sauce and chicken
It ain't no competition

Tonight I'm 'bout to fill my cup up (Cup up)
And what you do from now on, I could give no fucks (No fucks)
I can't lie, the dick good, but it ain't enough
And I wish you the worst of luck
And while you at it, tell your mama I don't like her neither (I don't like that bitch)
She could go to Hell 'cause she raised a demon
Keep that bullshit, nigga, I don't need it
My number in your phone, you can go and delete it

While you out there searching for something
That you'll never find?
You got a heart that beats hollow
Won't let you break mine
Oh, and time's too expensive
Won't let you waste mine
Mmm, and you'll learn the difference between diamonds and dimes

Waiting and wishing for you to get it
But you never listen or pay attention
To the bigger picture, like you that nigga
How you treat me like a side when I'm the entrée?
I hate how you ran me off when I wanted to stay
How the fuck you drop the ball when I gave you the play?
Now our picture's just sitting inside a shattered frame

While you out there searching for something
That you'll never find
You got a heart that beats hollow
Won't let you break mine
Oh, and time's too expensive
Won't let you waste mine
Mmm, and you'll learn the difference between diamonds and dimes