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Fivio Foreign - Hot Sauce Lyrics



Fivio Foreign - Hot Sauce Lyrics
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Yeah
And I heard one of the Woos (shoutout 808Melo, yeah)
Caught a nigga named
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh)
Huh, hahaha
Uh (yeah, yeah), uh, uh

And I heard one of the Woos, huh (ooh)
Caught a nigga named, ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh, huh)
Ooh (ooh, huh)
Ooh (ooh, uh, ooh)
Ooh (ooh, ooh)
Look, uh

I brought the demons out to play (I brought the demons out to play)
Uh, look, I keep the bitches for the gang (I keep the bitches for the gang)
Uh, look, send me the addy, I'm comin' your way
I tell my shooters to get in they place
They want to shoot a nigga in his face (baow)
I tell 'em chill, they couldn't wait
After the man down, nigga's callin' me makin' me hot
Somebody got shot (baow), they be goin' through a lot (baow), huh
And I ain't Ja Morant, I ain't just flashin' no chopp'
I don't hear no tunes from the opps
Atlantic, huh, let that lil' nigga drop (baow)
I got a shooter with me he ain't comin' for peace talks (nah)
See an opp and he reach off (grrt)
Grip the .40, no recoil
They shootin' and passin' like they playin' b-ball
And no, he's not a marksman (nah)
He ain't shootin' from deep, nah, we pull up in like three cars (baow)
Hop out in the middle of the street (baow), and let heat off (uh)
F*ck all this fame shit, we with all of the gang shit (uh)
And we still movin' dangerous
When that .40 go (baow)
It's speakin' my language, that .40 my favorite
They wanted that hot sauce (uh)
He know if he catch a body, that money get dropped off (baow), huh
(That money get dropped off, huh), uh
I get an opp nigga knocked off (I will)
We run in the crib we don't knock doors (nah)
He see his face and we pop off (baow)
I hope that bein' an opp is somethin' to die for

And I heard one of the Woos, huh (ooh)
Caught a nigga named, ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh, huh)
Ooh (ooh, huh)
Ooh (ooh, uh, ooh)
Ooh (ooh, ooh)
Look, uh

Uh, yeah, huh
I only trust the pole (only trust the pole)
Uh, yeah, yeah
I keep it everywhere I go (everywhere I go)
Look, yeah, we keep the opp niggas on they toes (we do)
Uh, yeah, yeah
I keep a demon and put it in go (grrt)
Every time I'm in one of they face
Them niggas never got nothin' to say (nah)
This dirty gun on me come with a case
This shit is barkin' louder than the bass
I'm GDK (I'm GDK, huh)
I told 'em niggas from the gate
I did (yeah, huh)
I told 'em niggas from the gate

And I heard one of the Woos, huh (ooh)
Caught a nigga named, ooh (ooh, ooh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (huh)
Ooh, ooh (huh)
Ooh, ooh (huh)
Ooh, ooh
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English

Yeah
And I heard one of the Woos (shoutout 808Melo, yeah)
Caught a nigga named
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh)
Huh, hahaha
Uh (yeah, yeah), uh, uh

And I heard one of the Woos, huh (ooh)
Caught a nigga named, ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh, huh)
Ooh (ooh, huh)
Ooh (ooh, uh, ooh)
Ooh (ooh, ooh)
Look, uh

I brought the demons out to play (I brought the demons out to play)
Uh, look, I keep the bitches for the gang (I keep the bitches for the gang)
Uh, look, send me the addy, I'm comin' your way
I tell my shooters to get in they place
They want to shoot a nigga in his face (baow)
I tell 'em chill, they couldn't wait
After the man down, nigga's callin' me makin' me hot
Somebody got shot (baow), they be goin' through a lot (baow), huh
And I ain't Ja Morant, I ain't just flashin' no chopp'
I don't hear no tunes from the opps
Atlantic, huh, let that lil' nigga drop (baow)
I got a shooter with me he ain't comin' for peace talks (nah)
See an opp and he reach off (grrt)
Grip the .40, no recoil
They shootin' and passin' like they playin' b-ball
And no, he's not a marksman (nah)
He ain't shootin' from deep, nah, we pull up in like three cars (baow)
Hop out in the middle of the street (baow), and let heat off (uh)
F*ck all this fame shit, we with all of the gang shit (uh)
And we still movin' dangerous
When that .40 go (baow)
It's speakin' my language, that .40 my favorite
They wanted that hot sauce (uh)
He know if he catch a body, that money get dropped off (baow), huh
(That money get dropped off, huh), uh
I get an opp nigga knocked off (I will)
We run in the crib we don't knock doors (nah)
He see his face and we pop off (baow)
I hope that bein' an opp is somethin' to die for

And I heard one of the Woos, huh (ooh)
Caught a nigga named, ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh, huh)
Ooh (ooh, huh)
Ooh (ooh, uh, ooh)
Ooh (ooh, ooh)
Look, uh

Uh, yeah, huh
I only trust the pole (only trust the pole)
Uh, yeah, yeah
I keep it everywhere I go (everywhere I go)
Look, yeah, we keep the opp niggas on they toes (we do)
Uh, yeah, yeah
I keep a demon and put it in go (grrt)
Every time I'm in one of they face
Them niggas never got nothin' to say (nah)
This dirty gun on me come with a case
This shit is barkin' louder than the bass
I'm GDK (I'm GDK, huh)
I told 'em niggas from the gate
I did (yeah, huh)
I told 'em niggas from the gate

And I heard one of the Woos, huh (ooh)
Caught a nigga named, ooh (ooh, ooh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (huh)
Ooh, ooh (huh)
Ooh, ooh (huh)
Ooh, ooh
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Writer: Andre Michael Loblack, Cristian Dejesus Tejada, Fivio Foreign
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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