Fuego
Ahh!
Ahh!
Hot sauce, pepper, step up, yup
Level up, yup, feeling like, bruh
You ain't on my team
Don't act like you know things
You not in yo pot
Nigga yo stove ain't hot
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Hot sauce, pepper, step up, yup
Level up, yup, feeling like, bruh
You ain't on my team
Don't act like you know things
You not in yo pot
Nigga yo stove ain't hot
You don't really bang no block
You don't really slang no rock
Nigga you be cuffin' yo thots
I can see it on the book cause yo page ain't private
Heard that's how you like it, Heard you, you be biting
You ain't gettin played at a show
But be typing at a post when I step on next up
Nigga just be thinking bout a check stub
But I only like paperless statements
Direct deposit my shit
I just got paid for a gig
I just got paid from a bitch
I ain't even lay with the bitch
I don't even stay with the bitch
I'm hot, I'm filleting the bitch
In her crotch I be ticklin clit
Got her soakin and lickin her lips
Get a call then I gotta go flip
Leave her there by herself and I dip
I be fried like a potato chip
I be checkin my stocks in the whip
I'm a lot bitch so get you a grip
Unzip pants and she grippin the stick!
Hot sauce, pepper, step up, yup
Level up, yup, feeling like, bruh
You ain't on my team
Don't act like you know things
You not in yo pot
Nigga yo stove ain't hot
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
I been at it for a long time
Got a bitch fuckin and suckin it
How can I even go wrong now
I guess I was born with the luck and shit
You was just born in the wrong town
Talkin bout guns you be tuckin in
Nigga you tuckin in shirts
Nigga you walkin to work
I hope yo feelings get hurt
I hope you going to church
I pop in the clutch and it skrt
I'm feeling all up on her skirt
Chirp, my phone it chirp
They tweetin my phone and it chirp
Like birds in the muah fuckin sky
That's where I wanna be I wanna fly
Hot sauce, pepper, step up, yup
Level up, yup, feeling like, bruh
You ain't on my team
Don't act like you know things
You not in yo pot
Nigga yo stove ain't hot
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Ahh!
Hot sauce, pepper, step up, yup
Level up, yup, feeling like, bruh
You ain't on my team
Don't act like you know things
You not in yo pot
Nigga yo stove ain't hot
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Hot sauce, pepper, step up, yup
Level up, yup, feeling like, bruh
You ain't on my team
Don't act like you know things
You not in yo pot
Nigga yo stove ain't hot
You don't really bang no block
You don't really slang no rock
Nigga you be cuffin' yo thots
I can see it on the book cause yo page ain't private
Heard that's how you like it, Heard you, you be biting
You ain't gettin played at a show
But be typing at a post when I step on next up
Nigga just be thinking bout a check stub
But I only like paperless statements
Direct deposit my shit
I just got paid for a gig
I just got paid from a bitch
I ain't even lay with the bitch
I don't even stay with the bitch
I'm hot, I'm filleting the bitch
In her crotch I be ticklin clit
Got her soakin and lickin her lips
Get a call then I gotta go flip
Leave her there by herself and I dip
I be fried like a potato chip
I be checkin my stocks in the whip
I'm a lot bitch so get you a grip
Unzip pants and she grippin the stick!
Hot sauce, pepper, step up, yup
Level up, yup, feeling like, bruh
You ain't on my team
Don't act like you know things
You not in yo pot
Nigga yo stove ain't hot
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
I been at it for a long time
Got a bitch fuckin and suckin it
How can I even go wrong now
I guess I was born with the luck and shit
You was just born in the wrong town
Talkin bout guns you be tuckin in
Nigga you tuckin in shirts
Nigga you walkin to work
I hope yo feelings get hurt
I hope you going to church
I pop in the clutch and it skrt
I'm feeling all up on her skirt
Chirp, my phone it chirp
They tweetin my phone and it chirp
Like birds in the muah fuckin sky
That's where I wanna be I wanna fly
Hot sauce, pepper, step up, yup
Level up, yup, feeling like, bruh
You ain't on my team
Don't act like you know things
You not in yo pot
Nigga yo stove ain't hot
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
Fuego, Fuego, Fuego, Fuego
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Writer(s): Juan Culbreath
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