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off the top
M.A bring them out
bring them poles out

Pull up to the club with a on me (that Henny)
I'm sipping
Got five voicemails, I just left the
And my bitch, she already
Blu rolled a blunt, he like, "bro you good?"
I'm like, "nah bro, let me hit it"
puff drink, I don't wanna think
Groupies want a picture, groupies wait
I'm in another zone, I'm in another
My girl getting on my nerves, I ain't home
got time for this shit (I don't got time for this shit)
I ain't got for this bitch (I don't got time for this bitch)
Throwing ones like grow on trees
So I look down all I see is green
Never look for love in the strip
all the bartenders give me big hugs, wait
Hold up, around, tssk, girl
Where you think you with that big butt?
Brown water sippin' in big cup
My nigga Bottle rolling big blunts
dude, you are not a tough guy
Not the only one a gun, guy
My hitters like shootin' for fun, guy
shot, hit the boy one time
Do not come to with that nonsense
I to bag the work in them apartments
Now I get a bag for a
If you want to book me, Big Savage who you to
While they making disses I'm just hits
'Cause if it make dollars it don't make no sense
This is chess, not checkers, learn the game
But I just can't 'cause that's what lames do
Big brown bone, she like Babe Ruth
She let me hit it out the like I'm Babe Ruth
Then I hit my dougie, ooh I'm though
Bring that back and I'm jiggy though
Niggas know I'm hot but they envy
Oh well, at least my is with me ho
This her favorite song, this her song (OOOUUU)
She get in her Birk they put this on
Oww, that's the call
OOOUUU, shawty got hot sauce
My guys talk, they just pop off
If a thot tryna front, she'll get off
My homie Sav in that with the top off
I'm in that Audi with some slippers and some on
Doin' 95 just to a cop off
Then I pull up to your hood and piss your off (skrt skrt)
I got that hot sauce
So NY these Timbs on
And shoutout to the girls who don't wear
Cause it's all about my with the wigs on, OOOUUU
You got no hot sauce
You are not hot, you a
around boy and get your top knocked off
Hear them hoes, yeah they to really pop off
And them Redlyfe niggas, yeah pop off
And you know the beat I can bop on
Yeah we bop on, New York bop on 'em
we bop, I'ma bop, I'ma bop on 'em

Yeah we got hot sauce
But you niggas got no hot
This the of beat I can bop on
I need a quick that can top off
This the year I really get my guap on
And you know the game, I got a lock on
It's Young M.A, Redlyfe, got that hot
got that hot sauce
Shawty you got no hot sauce
Nah, you got no hot sauce
You got no hot sauce
Them Redlyfe niggas got hot sauce