Lyrics:
On stage screamin' 'em
They call me the Greenthumb, the serene one
I laid back from the drum like a beach bum
Shit is hot as summer, another classic
Damn Blocky you got the sauce
Pull up with a beam and it's hot (and it's hot)
Pull up with the heat and it's hot (and it's hot)
Pull up got the heat
Yeah Culture Ohh
Hot bitch with the hot sauce
I'm that bitch with the hot sauce
If you ain't talking money that's a miss call
Hot bitch with the hot
and then flick it up
Any weh me stand up des so pretty up
Hot sauce hot sauce me a wip it up
Slow wine fast wine switch it
Round a than Nicky butt tell
leaving folks
After I get them singing
I'd like to leave ya'll singing
How'bout the folks in the row
Here by the wall
Ya'll got the "red light" with me
Rest
Make America Hot
Make America Hot Hot
Make America Hot
Make America Hot Dot Com
This is Makenka, Makenka Hot Sauce
Rhythm and flavor like never
shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a red state, in
you cappin
SRT don’t hit me
Hellcat fly fly right by that
Yea it’s like that - I got (yea)
(Hook)
Too much sauce on me I Swear to God
All this
forged by a blacksmith’s hammer. Like a frenzied feral child , bacchanalian mammalian and belligerent barbarian bravely besieging the capital
the hot sauce
Yea a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk soft
All shocked when somebody else glock pop
And they layin' in the box mannibal like they right up in
approaching my body in the park
You got me shocked by the way you dance
I'm pretty sure that you like this romance
'Cause every time that you dance in the light
slayed
Ain't nothing pretty
But pretty blow like it's a grenade
Here's the scientific
The aftermath left it half naked
Love is love so let my staff wreck
I'm a boss, I'm dripping that sauce and she wanna taste
She know I'm a
Pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty
V4 (Milfie)
Got the sauce
Got the the swag
Tell lil baby gas me up
Can’t compete you don’t compare
Look ain’t nobody hot as us
Hop up out that pretty
Dior (Dior)
She throw a hunnid clip (clip)
When it rains it pours (rains it pours)
Shawty light and sexy (sexy)
She like givin' becky
Sexy Lexi
Daddy (Yeah)
I can't give you full details, I'm not too chatty
First car was a Lambo', drove it like it's Caddy (Skrrrt)
That boy, he was hot like
yeah
Don't be acting like a fool
Playing Simon says
You realise
No need to fight it
Don't deny it
Don't you hide
You know you got that sauce
You know
plausible, I'm like a chili or hot sauce
The way I speak logic, they got lost
It's absurd, I'm not a nerd but kinda nerdy
Rappin' cuz I'm wordy, also I just do
fills
20 inch wide, 20 inches high
Ho, don't you like my 20 inch ride?
20 inch thighs make 20inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass
Too Much Sauce
Too Much Sauce
Cam Ro
Too Much Sauce
Too Much Sauce
Woo
Too Much Sauce better get rich
Too Much Sauce let me pop my shit
Too Much
Babe Ruth
She let me hit it out the park like I'm Babe Ruth
Then I hit my dougie, ooh I'm pretty though
Bring that Hilfiger back and I'm jiggy though
hot sauce,
Nah nah nah,
Hot sauce, only cooking hot sauce,
Mi like green, purple paper,
Doing my thing quietly so much better,
Every new days Up
it hot (skrrt), there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
it hot (skrrt), there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
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