Hot Sauce (feat. Family Bvsiness)

Lyrics

(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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Song Details

Duration
03:29
Key
5
Tempo
120 BPM

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