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Young M.A – Hot Sauce




[Intro]
Straight off the top
M.A bring them hoes out
Redlyfe bring them poles out

[Verse]
Pull up to the club with a bottle on me (that Henny)
I’m already sipping
Got five voicemails, I just left the brib
And my bitch, she already tripping
Blu just rolled a blunt, he like, "bro you good?"
I’m like, "nah bro, let me hit it"
Puff puff drink, I don’t wanna think
Groupies want a picture, groupies gotta wait
I’m in another zone, I’m in another zone
My girl getting on my nerves, I ain’t going home
Ain’t got time for this shit (I don’t got time for this shit)
I ain’t got time for this bitch (I don’t got time for this bitch)
Throwing ones like money grow on trees
So when I look down all I see is green
Never look for love in the strip club
Where all the bartenders give me big hugs, wait
Hold up, turn around, tssk, girl
Where you think you going with that big butt?
Brown water sippin’ in that big cup
My nigga Bottle only rolling big blunts
Chill dude, you are not a tough guy
Not the only one with a gun, guy
My hitters like shootin’ shit for fun, guy
Head shot, hit the boy one time
Do not come to Brooklyn with that nonsense
I used to bag the work in them apartments
Now I get a bag for a walkthrough
If you want to book me, Big Savage who you talk to
While they making disses I’m just making hits
‘Cause if it don’t make dollars it don’t make no sense
This is chess, not checkers, learn the game dude
But I just can’t relate ’cause that’s what lames do
Big brown bone, she look like 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
Niggas know I’m hot but they envy though
Oh well, at least my bitch is with me ho
This her favorite song, this her favorite song (OOOUUU)
She get in her Birk when they put this on
Owww, that’s the thot call
OOOUUU, shawty got that hot sauce
My guys don’t talk, they just pop off
If a thot tryna front, she’ll get dropped off
My homie Sav in that Porsche with the top off
I’m in that Audi with some slippers and some socks on
Doin’ 95 just to piss a cop off
Then I pull up to your hood and piss your block off (skrt skrt)
Bitch I got that hot sauce
So NY with these Timbs on
And shoutout to the girls who don’t wear sew-ins
Cause it’s all about my bitches with the wigs on, OOOUUU
You don’t got no hot sauce
You are not hot, you a knockoff
Fuck around boy and get your top knocked off
Hear them hoes, yeah they quick to really pop off
And them Redlyfe niggas, yeah they pop off
And you know this the beat I can bop on
Yeah we bop on, New York City bop on ’em
Yeah we bop, I’ma bop, I’ma bop on ’em
OOOUUU
Yeah we got that hot sauce
But you niggas got no hot sauce
This the type of beat I can bop on
I need a quick thot that can top off
This the year that I really get my guap on
And you know the whole game, I got a lock on
It’s Young M.A, Redlyfe, got that hot sauce
Redlyfe got that hot sauce
Shawty you don’t got no hot sauce
Nah, you don’t got no hot sauce
You don’t got no hot sauce
Them Redlyfe niggas got that hot sauce




Young M.A – Kween (Freestyle)




[Intro]
Oh man, what’s wrong with these niggas man?
Motherfuckers thought they was gon’
They thought they was gon’ count me out man?
Like I ain’t a part of this shit
Like I ain’t go hard for this shit
Like I ain’t the god of this shit
Yeah, I said it
It’s MA
I know these niggas hating, but I inspire these niggas on the low man
I believe that shit
I inspire you niggas

[Verse]
Surprise motherfuckers
Open your eyes motherfuckers
M.A where you been?
It’s about time motherfucker
I just been on my grind like a motherfucker
I apologize
Now I’m back on these beats doing homicides
I was chasing money tryna make my commas rise
And I had to put that joy back in my momma’s eyes
Devil tried to bring me down but I don’t run, I rise
I bet if they was in my shoes they’ll probably run and hide
They don’t really want the truth they rather run with lies
You damn right I’m touching money and I’m touching lives
I got the crown too
I’m a queen, I’m who they bow to
If they wanna bring the beef, I bring the cow too
It’s Brooklyn, I run the town too
They hold me down, I hold them down too
A new year, so It’s round two
I can’t believe they tried to say I had a ghost writer
That’s like saying you drove a whip without no tires
That’s like saying you had it lit without no fire
Moral of the story is they all liars
Funny guys, bummy guys
I know Flex ‘gon spin this about 20 times
I’m up now with my watch on sunny side
Now all I see is carrots like a bunny’s eyes
I’m in that Audi real low like a druggies eyes
I’m still dwelling on the fact that I’m countrywide
Shout out to my VA niggas them my country guys
9 years, I was raised on the countryside
Now I’m 25 getting checks
Doing more, saying less
Working more, playing less
Giving more, taking less
I just wish niggas was focused more, hatin’ less
On the grind, waitin’ less
Being real, fakin’ less
You don’t sound believable they won’t believe in you
That’s why I really speak about what I really do
Yeah I’m hot but I keep it cool, humble shit
And I keep gorillas with me on some jungle shit
I carry Brooklyn on my shoulders on some duffel shit
This New York, we ain’t supposed to do that mumble shit
We don’t run we run shit
On some son you shit
M.A coming for they heads on some frontal shit
I’m back focused, money ain’t folding
Yeah I took a break, but I ain’t broken
They say, "I’m changing"
I say, "I’m growing"
And I say, "they all full of shit" like a colon
They talk about me like they past perfect
Like they present pretty, like they future flawless
Like this world ain’t got drug addicts and alcoholics
Rapists, robbers, dealers, murder, extortion
Like me being gay is so fucking important
We all sinnin’ nigga, I don’t give a fuck what you call it
The only man that can judge me is the man above
Too much hate y’all need to open up a can of love
How you mad man? Somebody give that man a hug
Saying I’m a thief somebody must’ve hand them drugs
They thought OOOUUU was the only thing I had for ’em
They thought I ain’t have something in the stash for ’em
I see a crown damn right I’ma grab for it
Where I’m from, we just take it we don’t ask for it
On my way to success I got a map for it
And for my dreams, yup, I’m still running laps for it
You can see it in my eyes, it’s still hunger there
I’m still looking to the sky ’cause my brother there
Went from stashing OCs in my underwear
To 2016 being my fucking year
Now I’m back here another year
And I see more haters, but you looking in your account and it’s nothing there
Don’t get mad, get money, get on your grizzy
I don’t respond to you niggas because I’m busy
My eyes low because I’m tipsy sipping that Don Pizzy
Had to chill on that Henny for my my liver and kidneys
Hair still frizzy
Loud still pissy
How much we get for a show? Between 40 and 60
Independent at my own label
At my own table and I’m so grateful
What don’t break you make you
So to them motherfuckers throwing stones, thank you


Young M.A – Kween


[Intro]
Oh man, what’s wrong with these niggas man?
Motherfuckers thought they was gon’
They thought they was gon’ count me out man?
Like I ain’t a part of this shit
Like I ain’t go hard for this shit
Like I ain’t the god of this shit
Yeah, I said it
It’s MA
I know these niggas hating, but I inspire these niggas on the low man
I believe that shit
I inspire you niggas

[Verse]
Surprise motherfuckers
Open your eyes motherfuckers
M.A where you been?
It’s about time motherfucker
I just been on my grind like a motherfucker
I apologize
Now I’m back on these beats doing homicides
I was chasing money tryna make my commas rise
And I had to put that joy back in my momma’s eyes
Devil tried to bring me down but I don’t run, I rise
I bet if they was in my shoes they’ll probably run and hide
They don’t really want the truth they rather run with lies
You damn right I’m touching money and I’m touching lives
I got the crown too
I’m a queen, I’m who they bow too
If they wanna bring the beef, I bring the cow too
It’s Brooklyn, I run the town too
They hold me down, I hold them down too
A new year, so It’s round two
I can’t believe they tried to say I had a ghost writer
That’s like saying you drove a whip without no tires
That’s like saying you had it lit without no fire
Moral of the story is they all liars
Funny guys, bummy guys
I know Flex ‘gon spin this about 20 times
I’m up now with my watch on sunny side
Now all I see is carrots like a bunny’s eyes
I’m in that Audi real low like a druggies eyes
I’m still dwelling on the fact that I’m countrywide
Shout out to my VA niggas them my country guys
9 years, I was raised on the countryside
Now I’m 25 getting checks
Doing more, saying less
Working more, playing less
Giving more, taking less
I just wish niggas was focused more, hatin’ less
On the grind, waitin’ less
Being real, fakin’ less
You don’t sound believable they won’t believe in you
That’s why I really speak about what I really do
Yeah I’m hot but I keep it cool, humble shit
And I keep gorillas with me on some jungle shit
I carry Brooklyn on my shoulders on some duffel shit
This New York, we ain’t supposed to do that mumble shit
We don’t run we run shit
On some son you shit
M.A coming for they heads on some frontal shit
I’m back focused, money ain’t folding
Yeah I took a break, but I ain’t broken
They say, "I’m changing"
I say, "I’m growing"
And I say, "they all full of shit" like a colon
They talk about me like they past perfect
Like they present pretty, like they future flawless
Like this world ain’t got drug addicts and alcoholics
Rapists, robbers, dealers, murder, extortion
Like me being gay is so fucking important
We all sinnin’ nigga, I don’t give a fuck what you call it
The only man that can judge me is the man above
Too much hate y’all need to open up a can of love
How you mad man? Somebody give that man a hug
Saying I’m a thief somebody must’ve hand them drugs
They thought OOOUUU was the only thing I had for ’em
They thought I ain’t have something in the stash for ’em
I see a crown damn right I’ma grab for it
Where I’m from, we just take it we don’t ask for it
On my way to success I got a map for it
And for my dreams, yup, I’m still running laps for it
You can see it in my eyes, it’s still hunger there
I’m still looking to the sky ’cause my brother there
Went from stashing OCs in my underwear
To 2016 being my fucking year
Now I’m back here another year
And I see more haters, but you looking in your account and it’s nothing there
Don’t get mad, get money, get on your grizzy
I don’t respond to you niggas because I’m busy
My eyes low because I’m tipsy sipping that Don Pizzy
Had to chill on that Henny for my my liver and kidneys
Hair still frizzy
Loud still pissy
How much we get for a show? Between 40 and 60
Independent at my own label
At my own table and I’m so grateful
What don’t break you make you
So to them motherfuckers throwing stones, thank you


Young M.A – OOOUUU lyrics

October 5, 2016

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[Intro]
Yo bro, I think I had too much Hennessy man
This Hennessy getting to me
I ain’t gonna lie, I’m a little smizz
I’m a little drizz
But we in the club man, OOOUUU

[Verse]
Yea they hate but they broke though (they broke though)
And when it’s time to pop they a no-show
Yea I’m pretty but I’m loco (yeah I’m loco)
The loud got me moving slow-mo
Ayo Tweetie, where the hoes bro? (where the hoes bro)
Ayo Keys, where the hoes tho? (where the hoes tho)
That other nigga, he a bozo (he a bozo)
It’s M.A, you don’t know ho? (you don’t know ho)
We got liquor by the boatload (that Henny)
Disrespect the Lyfe that’s a no-no (that’s a no-no)
All my niggas dressed in that rojo (Redlyfe)
I ride for my guys, that’s the bro code (that’s the bro code)
Baby gave me head, that’s a low blow (that’s a low blow)
Damn she make me weak when she deep throat (when she deep throat)
I need a rich bitch not a cheap ho (not a cheap ho)
They be on that hate shit, I peep tho (yo I peep tho)
My brother told me fuck em’, get that money sis (go fuck em’)
You just keep on grindin’ on ya hungry shit (aha)
Ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny shit (ignore the funny shit)
Cause if a nigga violate, we got a hunnit clips
And we go zero to a hundred quick (ooouuu)
We just them niggas you ain’t fucking with (oh no)
Pockets on a chubby chick (ah)
And still go bag a thottie in some bummy shit (ooouuu)
Yerr Eli, why they testing me?
Like I don’t always keep the hammer next to me?
Like I ain’t got a hitter to the left of me?
Like we ain’t in these streets more than Sesame?
If that’s your chick, then why she texting me?
Why she keep calling my phone speaking sexually?
Every time I’m out, why she stressing me?
You call her Stephanie? I call her Headphanie
I don’t open doors for a whore
I just want the neck, nothin’ more
Shawty make it clap, make it applaud
When you tired of your man, give me a call
Dyke bitches talking out they jaw
Next minute calling for the law
This nine will have them calling for the lord
They ain’t getting shmoney so they bored
I could never lose, what you thought?
M.A got it on lock, man of course
They say I got the juice, I got the sauce
These haters on my body shake em’ off
Pussy I’m a bully and a boss
I’m killing them, sorry for your loss
I just caught a body, Randy Moss (R.I.P.)
Now this year I’m really going off

[Outro]
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
These haters on my body, shake em’ off
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
Ahhhh, these haters on my body shake em’ off
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
These haters on my body shake em’ off
I could never lose what you thought? What they thought?
I could never lose what you thought?
This henny got me, it got me sauced
This henny got me oh, it got me sauced
I could never lose what you thought?
M.A got it on lock man of course
Ooouuu
Ooouuu


50 Cent Feat. Young M.A – Ooouuu (Remix) Lyrics

September 30, 2016

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(Intro – Young M.A. & 50 Cent)
Yo bro
What’s up?
I think I had too much Hennessy, man
I’m f**king with that Effen
This Hennessy getting to me
I ain’t gonna lie, I’m a little smizz
Who that? They with us?
I’m a little drizz
Let em in, let em 50
But we in the club, man, OOOUUU

(Verse 1 – 50 Cent)
I let my young ni**as drill like power tools
Power on every week, I make power moves
Talk what? I come through with all kinds of juice
Beat the case, come to court with all kinds of Jews
Got your bi**h telling me to go slow
She bouncing on the stick like a pogo
She went below the belt, that’s a low-blow
Then tried to take a selfie, that’s a no-no
Ni**as be hating on the low though, I see em
See me in the Coupe or that four-door, yeah
You say you the plug, where the dough go? dough go
We throw that at them hoes in the go-go
50 back on that bulls**t
You cool with my opps, we ain’t cool, bi**h
You got to watch how you do s**t
That’s just not how real ni**as do s**t

(Chorus – Young M.A)
Ooouuu, ooouuu
These haters on my body, shake em off

(Verse 2 – Young M.A)
Yea they hate but they broke though, they broke though
And when it’s time to pop they a no-show
Yea I’m pretty but I’m loco, yeah I’m loco
The loud got me moving slow-mo
Ayo Tweetie, where the hoes bro? Where the hoes bro
Ayo Keys, where the hoes tho? Where the hoes tho
That other ni**a, he a bozo, he a bozo
It’s M.A, you don’t know ho? You don’t know ho
We got liquor by the boatload, that Henny
Disrespect the Lyfe that’s a no-no, that’s a no-no
All my ni**as dressed in that rojo, Redlyfe
I ride for my guys, that’s the bro code, that’s the bro code
Baby gave me head, that’s a low blow, that’s a low blow
Damn she make me weak when she deep throat, when she deep throat
I need a rich bi**h not a cheap ho, not a cheap ho
They be on that hate s**t, I peep tho, yo I peep tho
My brother told me f**k em, get that money sis, go f**k em
You just keep on grinding on ya hungry s**t aha
Ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny s**t, ignore the funny s**t
Cause if a ni**a violate, we got a hunnit clips
And we go zero to a hundred quick, ooouuu
We just them ni**as you ain’t f**king with, oh no
Pockets on a chubby chick ah
And still go bag a thottie in some bummy s**t (ooouuu)
Yerr Eli, why they testing me?
Like I don’t always keep the hammer next to me?
Like I ain’t got a hitter to the left of me?
Like we ain’t in these streets more than Sesame?
If that’s your chick, then why she texting me?
Why she keep calling my phone speaking sexually?
Every time I’m out, why she stressing me?
You call her Stephanie? I call her Headphanie
I don’t open doors for a whore
I just want the neck, nothing more
Shawty make it clap, make it applaud
When you tired of your man, give me a call
Dyke bi**hes talking out they jaw
Next minute calling for the law
This nine will have them calling for the lord
They ain’t getting shmoney so they bored
I could never lose, what you thought?
M.A got it on lock, man of course
They say I got the juice, I got the sauce
These haters on my body shake em off
Pussy I’m a bully and a boss
I’m killing them, sorry for your loss
I just caught a body, Randy Moss R.I.P.
Now this year I’m really going off

(Outro – Young M.A.)
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
These haters on my body, shake em off
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
Ahhhh, these haters on my body shake em’ off
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
These haters on my body shake em off
I could never lose what you thought? What they thought?
I could never lose what you thought?
This henny got me, it got me sauced
This henny got me oh, it got me sauced
I could never lose what you thought?
M.A got it on lock man of course
Ooouuu
Ooouuu


50 Cent – Ooouuu (Remix) letras

September 30, 2016

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[Intro: Young M.A. & 50 Cent]
Yo bro
What’s up?
I think I had too much Hennessy, man
I’m fucking with that Effen
This Hennessy getting to me
I ain’t gonna lie, I’m a little smizz
Who that? They with us?
I’m a little drizz
Let ’em in, let ’em – 50
But we in the club, man, OOOUUU

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I let my young niggas drill like power tools
Power on every week, I make power moves
Talk what? I come through with all kinds of juice
Beat the case, come to court with all kinds of Jews
Got your bitch telling me to go slow
She bouncing on the stick like a pogo
She went below the belt, that’s a low-blow
Then tried to take a selfie, that’s a no-no
Niggas be hating on the low though (I see ’em)
See me in the Coupe or that four-door (yeah)
You say you the plug, where the dough go? (dough go)
We throw that at them hoes in the go-go
50 back on that bullshit
You cool with my opps, we ain’t cool, bitch
You got to watch how you do shit
That’s just not how real niggas do shit
[Hook: Young M.A]
Ooouuu, ooouuu
These haters on my body, shake ’em off

[Verse 2: Young M.A]
Yea they hate but they broke though (they broke though)
And when it’s time to pop they a no-show
Yea I’m pretty but I’m loco (yeah I’m loco)
The loud got me moving slow-mo
Ayo Tweetie, where the hoes bro? (where the hoes bro)
Ayo Keys, where the hoes tho? (where the hoes tho)
That other nigga, he a bozo (he a bozo)
It’s M.A, you don’t know ho? (you don’t know ho)
We got liquor by the boatload (that Henny)
Disrespect the Lyfe that’s a no-no (that’s a no-no)
All my niggas dressed in that rojo (Redlyfe)
I ride for my guys, that’s the bro code (that’s the bro code)
Baby gave me head, that’s a low blow (that’s a low blow)
Damn she make me weak when she deep throat (when she deep throat)
I need a rich bitch not a cheap ho (not a cheap ho)
They be on that hate shit, I peep tho (yo I peep tho)
My brother told me fuck em’, get that money sis (go fuck em’)
You just keep on grindin’ on ya hungry shit (aha)
Ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny shit (ignore the funny shit)
Cause if a nigga violate, we got a hunnit clips
And we go zero to a hundred quick (ooouuu)
We just them niggas you ain’t fucking with (oh no)
Pockets on a chubby chick (ah)
And still go bag a thottie in some bummy shit (ooouuu)
Yerr Eli, why they testing me?
Like I don’t always keep the hammer next to me?
Like I ain’t got a hitter to the left of me?
Like we ain’t in these streets more than Sesame?
If that’s your chick, then why she texting me?
Why she keep calling my phone speaking sexually?
Every time I’m out, why she stressing me?
You call her Stephanie? I call her Headphanie
I don’t open doors for a whore
I just want the neck, nothin’ more
Shawty make it clap, make it applaud
When you tired of your man, give me a call
Dyke bitches talking out they jaw
Next minute calling for the law
This nine will have them calling for the lord
They ain’t getting shmoney so they bored
I could never lose, what you thought?
M.A got it on lock, man of course
They say I got the juice, I got the sauce
These haters on my body shake em’ off
Pussy I’m a bully and a boss
I’m killing them, sorry for your loss
I just caught a body, Randy Moss (R.I.P.)
Now this year I’m really going off

[Outro: Young M.A.]
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
These haters on my body, shake em’ off
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
Ahhhh, these haters on my body shake em’ off
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
These haters on my body shake em’ off
I could never lose what you thought? What they thought?
I could never lose what you thought?
This henny got me, it got me sauced
This henny got me oh, it got me sauced
I could never lose what you thought?
M.A got it on lock man of course
Ooouuu
Ooouuu