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hot sauce (remix) - wil e haze lyrics

i got one lit in my hand
hot sauce
got away ‘cuz they gun jammed
hot sauce
drip got me like taliban
hot sauce
that’s that hot sauce
that’s that hot sauce
slip ‘n slide from 12 in the ride
hot sauce
gettin’ ten chickies to slide
hot sauce
she love the way i shuck ‘n i jive
that’s that hot sauce
that’s that hot sauce
that’s that hot sauce

oh you know i’m chillin’
smokin’ big bags
and i wrecked her neck
i gave her whip lash
paper in the stash
always hold some cash
rules everything around me
they brainwashing yo ass
step on outside
and i’m feeling fly
look up to the sky
that’s about how high
rollin’ in my ride
call it u.f.o
look up wit yo eyes
you can see the glow
always roll with wrecker
please don’t be the tester
call it rambo
like the man they call sylvester
you cheesy like chester
i call you cheeto
i’ll k!ll your buzz
squash you mosquito
this i be doin’
showin’ and uh provin’
the image that you used to
i’m about to ruin
yo chick a fan of me
at the show had her top off
i took her backstage
and i
i gave her that hot sauce
i got one lit in my hand
hot sauce
got away ‘cuz they gun jammed
hot sauce
drip got me like taliban
hot sauce
that’s that hot sauce
that’s that hot sauce
slip ‘n slide from 12 in the ride
hot sauce
gettin’ ten chickies to slide
hot sauce
she love the way i shuck ‘n i jive
that’s that hot sauce
that’s that hot sauce
that’s that hot sauce

used to be a hoodlum
from new jerusalem
stop selling drugs
then i started using ’em
don’t be confusing ’em
with them fast rapping
cornball actors
they all maggots
y’all cappin’
my homies they all action
straight to the clappin’
straight up savage
creating damage
y’all snitch straight to the captain
ya b*tch like jane fonda
stranded in wakanda
i bend nicki minaj over
and give her this anaconda
new jersey to carolina
used to push marijuanas
in back of the restaurant
stash in my asian b*tch’s honda
never gave a f*ck about nada
for 40 bucks
i threw a computer desk
at my father
role model
why bother
b*tch better have my money
i don’t crack smiles
why
‘cuz ain’t sh*t funny
gotta keep it one hundie
she wanna be wifey
i’ma have to say no ma’am
that’s word to al bundy
hot sauce
call ya b*tch
when i wanna get topped off
hot sauce
you trying to cause static
i’ll knock ya top off
hot sauce
ya b*tch got buns
i got the hot dog
hot sauce
hot sauce
i got one lit in my hand
hot sauce
got away ‘cuz they gun jammed
hot sauce
drip got me like taliban
hot sauce
that’s that hot sauce
that’s that hot sauce
slip ‘n slide from 12 in the ride
hot sauce
gettin’ ten chickies to slide
hot sauce
she love the way i shuck ‘n i jive
that’s that hot sauce
that’s that hot sauce
that’s that hot sauce

never take candy from strangers
all this sauce is putting my intestines in danger
knock your socks off
and fill a used condom with hot sauce
i hope my step child
stops biting reptiles heads off
take this hot sausage offering from the gods
it feels like fire ants found a meal in my *n*s
eat ghost peppers and spit hot fire
i went to the dentist
and he was rinsing my mouth with hot sauce
me and wil e. haze blazin’
my eyes red like hot sauce
i beat your boss up
and tossed him in a tub of hot sauce
do mexicans call hot sauce just sauce
did you know you lose your taste in outer sp*ce
and need hot sauce
white peoples hot sauce is barbecue sauce
i need some milk
but i’m lactose intolerant
sauce money made a milli flippin’ tabasco
my d*ck is as long as a hot sauce bottle
shout out to dj ben workin
i ate my moms hot sauce
and now she’s f*cking mad at me
pass some wing stop hot sauce
taking a sh*t and saw rick ross
his hot sauce melted the beams in the twin towers
my hot sauce make a b*tch need a cold shower
ate hot wings and then ate my girl out
get some more sauce so we can grub out
this sh*t better not be sriracha
i gotcha
you thought it was mild but it’s extreme
i should’ve wore a condom
and now i’m p*ssing a stream of hot sauce
i wanna thank everybody in louisiana for their hot sauce
what up to my mexican n*ggas in prison selling hot sauce
i’m not living unless i’m dipping my food in some hot sauce
that’s that hot sauce
in some hot sauce
i got one lit in my hand
hot sauce
got away ‘cuz they gun jammed
hot sauce
drip got me like taliban
hot sauce
that’s that hot sauce
that’s that hot sauce
slip ‘n slide from 12 in the ride
hot sauce
gettin’ ten chickies to slide
hot sauce
she love the way i shuck ‘n i jive
that’s that hot sauce
that’s that hot sauce
that’s that hot sauce

- wil e haze lyrics

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