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chrollo - hot sauce lyrics

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nah i got y’all fools this time hit it

she want to box wit da chops
baby not sippin’ the wock
she was like n+gga, you hot

baby not sippin’ the wock
she got the sauce like hot
hop in the whip drop top
i’m finna run up and buy me a stock

not talkin’ bout chop
i’m finna cook up the band like guap
went straight to the top
pop out on shawty she really gon bop

bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
n+ggas get money, they really gon’ flop
flop, flop, flop, flop, flop

what you know about gettin’ that cake
what you know about stacking that pape
you livin’ nice, you live in the gates
i’m makin’ this stick work, kevin gates
we want money every day
you cannot cap, you can relate
i get to the ksubis and i want them jays
and you the one hating and you the one fake
kobe like the fade

i got them vocals like i’m drake
before i go to sleep, i pray
that i make it every day
i took a different path them ways

bein’ normal is so lame
and i do this for my fans and i don’t do it for the pape

she want to box wit da chops
baby not sippin’ the wock
she was like n+gga, you hot

baby not sippin’ the wock
she got the sauce like hot
hop in the whip drop top
i’m finna run up and buy me a stock

not talkin’ bout chop
i’m finna cook up the band like guap
went straight to the top
pop out on shawty she really gon bop
bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
n+ggas get money, they really gon’ flop
flop, flop, flop, flop, flop

he got the dreads and he look like a mop
mop, mop, mop, mop, mop

yeah, i swerve that b+tch like mario

people mad and they hatin’ like they wario
finna block you n+ggas like my name a’maree hoe
i don’t do the weed, do the drink or party hoe
n+ggas talkin’ crazy like they saying change up the flow

change up the flow
change up the flow
they ain’t gettin’ money, gettin’ fame

or paymen+ents though
paymen+ents though
paymen+ents though

carlos on the beat b+tch

she want to box wit da chops
baby not sippin’ the wock
she was like n+gga, you hot
baby not sippin’ the wock
she got the sauce like hot
hop in the whip drop top
i’m finna run up and buy me a stock

not talkin’ bout chop
i’m finna cook up the band like guap
went straight to the top
pop out on shawty she really gon bop

bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
n+ggas get money, they really gon’ flop
flop, flop, flop, flop, flop

he got the dreads and he look like a mop
mop, mop, mop, mop, mop

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