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letra de hot sauce - bizzy banks

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[intro]
what? uh (tay keith, f-ck these n-ggas up)
uh uh, get money (look)

[chorus]
plug told me hit him when the work done
lil’ booties matter, told that lil’ b-tch to twerk some
i ain’t tryna f-ck, told her hit me when the purse come
when it’s time to spin, n-ggas know i be the first one
we could turn them to a hole though, we could shirt some, uh
you ain’t no k!ller, you ain’t merk none
out of all my friends, n-ggas knew i was the worse one
you ain’t never had a gun, you ain’t even burst one

[verse 1]
n-gga, i was trappin’ for a honеy bun
you was out snackin’, eatin’ honey buns
talkin’ like a shootеr, you ain’t shooting none
i need two b-tches, i ain’t choosing one
i was in the trap, hitting two up on the one
skipped music class, but i always kept a drum
i was told to re-up on the pack before it’s done
tryna keep up with my life, that’ll leave you looking dumb
’cause b-tch, i’m spending top dollar
if you can’t prada me, then who the f-ck you proud of?
if you ain’t my b-tch, then you ain’t getting nada
only runtz up in this bag, i ain’t got sour
no, i ain’t got sour (look)
[chorus]
plug told me hit him when the work done
lil’ booties matter, told that lil’ b-tch to twerk some
i ain’t tryna f-ck, told her hit me when the purse come
when it’s time to spin, n-ggas know i be the first one
we could turn them to a hole though, we could shirt some, uh
you ain’t no k!ller, you ain’t merk none
out of all my friends, n-ggas knew i was the worse one
you ain’t never had a gun, you ain’t even burst one

[verse 2]
you ain’t never shoot sh-t, n-gga why you cap?
i ain’t see you on your block, n-gga where you at?
had to find a wave on my own ’cause i ain’t have a map
shawty said she want me, tell that b-tch that i ain’t having that
look, baby if you want me get my name tatted
how you jack that boy’s gang, i heard that man ratted
n-ggas always tough up on the net, but they don’t want static
n-ggas always jackin’ gang ’til it’s beef, they don’t jack it
why you tryna act like you a kobe? you gon’ pass it
if your grip is dirty then the floor is where i’m ashing
i used to go sleep up in the trap, they had no mattress
how you broke with all this money around you? you got no passion (look)

[chorus]
plug told me hit him when the work done
lil’ booties matter, told that lil’ b-tch to twerk some
i ain’t tryna f-ck, told her hit me when the purse come
when it’s time to spin, n-ggas know i be the first one
we could turn them to a hole though, we could shirt some, uh
you ain’t no k!ller, you ain’t merk none
out of all my friends, n-ggas knew i was the worse one
you ain’t never had a gun, you ain’t even burst one

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