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"Hot Like Sauce"

[Verse 1: Malakai]
Uh, I'm hot like sauce
Got a slight cough
Got a show next Thursday, I gotta take off
Never give away a win, so I never take a loss
And I can't hustle backwards
No crisscross
I need no drama
Put the money in my hand
When I, open my palm up man it's just business, Uh
We in the back rollin' up Rizzlas
Then we hop on stage and just vibe with the listeners
But, before I say so long
I like to sing a song
I like to read a poem
And when I'm dead and gone, I think I'd like to be a psalm
No, I'd like to be a storm
Driftin' off the coast
I'm nice enough to boast but I do it less than most
Here's a toast to a life unlike anything I've ever seen
Solving hip-hop crimes in the mystery machine
Write bars in my sleep cause I wanna live a dream
Just a stand-up guy who occasionally leans
Yeah, so nothing is what it seems
And I hate to admit it but we're movin' on in
Evicting all tenants, skinny nigga gettin' bigga
Like Popeye's spinach, yeah
Finished my appetizer movin' on to dinner
I'm warnin' all beginners
Don't step on my tennis
Little kid, still kiddin', this is grown man business
Yeah, so watch your fuckin mouth when you in ma mama' house
Yeah, you better have respect
I wake bake and get dressed no stress
No stress


[Verse 2: Azar]
I'm hot like sauce
Stop lights cross
Spot lights on and the top flight costs
Far from an intern, not quite boss
I'm not quite lost, I'm not quite found
But if you wanna' look search GROUND UP SOUNDS
If you're back stage serve Ground Up rounds
All of those who still give Ground Up frowns
We can come through and leave your town shut dowwwwwn
I reacted
Now I give beats deep gashes
Now I smell right wreak havoc
Now I smoke right breathe magic
Now I know life keep addin'
Only one contest, no rematches
You don't get assistance, no Steve Nash's
So I fell for a reason to stand
Now I bring good friends and weed in the van, damn
We the guys that you 'sposed to know
Currently my home town is an open road-

[Verse 3: Malakai]
And I'm so about a dollar
It's gotta be a problem
I party but hardly, I'd rather lay low without a halo
No he say she say cause I say so
And some say I'm an old soul
Yea, and some stay sour like a lime no So-Co uh-oh uh-oh
Bloody bare knuckles and a slight chuckle
Can't hear ya little nigga, your mic's muffled
Shhhhh, I'm hot like sauce


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