Hot Sauce - Inayah

Nigga, you trippin'\nI’m finger-lickin'\nPussy better than hot sauce and chicken\nIt ain’t no competition\nTonight I’m 'bout to fill my cup up (Cup up)\nAnd what you do from now on, I could give no fucks (No fucks)\nI can’t lie, the dick good, but it ain’t enough\nAnd I wish you the worst of luck\nAnd while you at it, tell your mama I don’t like her neither (I don’t like that\nbitch)\nShe could go to Hell 'cause she raised a demon\nKeep that bullshit, nigga, I don’t need it\nMy number in your phone, you can go and delete it\nWhile you out there searching for something\nThat you’ll never find?\nYou got a heart that beats hollow\nWon’t let you break mine\nOh, and time’s too expensive\nWon’t let you waste mine\nMmm, and you’ll learn the difference between diamonds and dimes\nWaiting and wishing for you to get it\nBut you never listen or pay attention\nTo the bigger picture, like you that nigga\nHow you treat me like a side when I’m the entrée?\nI hate how you ran me off when I wanted to stay\nHow the fuck you drop the ball when I gave you the play?\nNow our picture’s just sitting inside a shattered frame\nWhile you out there searching for something\nThat you’ll never find\nYou got a heart that beats hollow\nWon’t let you break mine\nOh, and time’s too expensive\nWon’t let you waste mine\nMmm, and you’ll learn the difference between diamonds and dimes