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hot sauce - yeat lyrics

[chorus]
(hahaha, clibbo you’re crazy for this one)
they say clibbo run that back
they say dc2 on savage mode, they can’t handle that (let’s go)
i got racks on top of racks, mix my riff up with the raf
i got different kinds of swag, but i know they wish they had (yeah, woo)
i wanted the percs, so i hit the plug “where you are?” (where you are?)
i was just in la and i crashed the whip, so i want a new different car (skrr)
yeah, had to stay down, stay true to myself, i knew that i’d make it far (ooh)
they not living like this, they living like larry, hold up, that’s a bar (ooh)
and i got p*ssed off, no more perc (ooh)
got a new p*ssed off b*tch, gon’ squirt (let’s go)
said got a new wrist watch, sh*t don’t work (ooh)
stand on my bag, my money, my vert
brand new drop top, this sh*t lurk (phew)
they sippin’ like hot sauce, this sh*t hurt (ooh)
pour up some tris with some wock like perc
i don’t got to think, not to think ’bout it
this rolls*royce is a big whip big body (skrr)
yeah i get high to forget, i don’t think ’bout it
no it’s not serious, but then she really wanna buy her a ring, and i dip on her
[verse]
and i’m sorry i swear, b*tch i do what i want, i don’t care
’bout these pills, don’t give a f*ck ’bout it
and they told me i’m goin’ too crazy, so i sat back and went held back on ’em (woah)
this my longest year, i don’t know how i’m really alive, that’s my only fear (my only fear)
yeah, she love my fear of god jeans, i told her racks come here (over here)
i mix the number (n)ine up with the miyake, i told her the bags in here
you really went fell off, i told you this yo’ last year

[verse]
me and clibbo, we in savage mode
i play off the echo with my savages, my x and o’s (oh, oh)
just called up my bro, count on the phone, i told him where we on
private planes, i told ’em pass me lean and oxy, where we goin?
savage mode (savage mode), why these people call me when she call my phone
girl you know i’m stalling yeah, you know that i been in my zone
yeat done scored on tris, he just went out bad, he went and called up the police (why?)
i don’t have no home, i fly around, don’t have no lease (phew, phew)
had to get amiri jeans to fit me all the cheese
i’m the latest greatest artist, all these b*tches begging please (why)
i just made this song 10 minutes, yeah i do this sh*t with ease

[verse]
and i told ’em all my bags in (woah)
so much oxy in my body, you on the bad end
we been high for so many weeks, i think i’m on the bed bed
she say i’m a madman, so please don’t hit my phone, i told you right? i’m on the deep end (let’s go!)
(wait, hold up then)
[chorus]
they say clibbo run that back
they say dc2 on savage mode, they can’t handle that (let’s go)
i got racks on top of racks, mix my riff up with the raf (raf)
i got different kinds of swag, but i know they wish they had, yeah
i wanted the percs, so i hit the plug “where you are?”
i was just in la and i crashed the whip, so i want a new different car (skrr)
yeah, had to stay down, stay true to myself, i knew that i’d make it far (ooh)
they not living like this, they living like larry, hold up, that’s a bar (ooh)
and i got p*ssed off, no more perc (ooh)
got a new p*ssed off b*tch, gon’ squirt (let’s go)
said got a new wrist watch, sh*t don’t work (ooh)
stand on my bag, my money, my vert
brand new drop top, this sh*t lurk (phew)
they sippin’ like hot sauce, this sh*t hurt
pour up some tris with some wock like perc
i don’t got to think, not to think ’bout it
this rolls*royce is a big whip big body (skrr)
yeah i get high to forget, i don’t think ’bout it
no it’s not serious, but then she really wanna buy her a ring, and i dip on her

- yeat lyrics

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