Monster Florence - Hot Sauce

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I feel better than i did this morning, eh
Warming Warming Warming Warming
Wooley coat I’m warming
Rip stormin
I’m performing
This my fucking calling
Calling calling
Knew it the first day I heard what you call it
What you call him
Mr very fucking much important
But just call him like you love him and you want some more of him Rip storming
Girls love nasty like it’s Nas recording
Charge is boring we get ours from far across the borders
Got some punters they say pukka for it
Pukka for it warning warning this a fucking warship (yellow card)
Caution caution
Nature runs is courses
Like some or horse
A levels I fucked them up first quarters
Music boring call it a day
Ey ey ey
I hate flying over seas board a plane
Plain like Jane really, I’m just ordinary
Fornicate
Oil paint
I rate Si I rate Dre no more names
Dont rate me
But you do
Call it fate or voodoo
Or Juju
A Zulu
I feel better than i did this morning, eh
Warming Warming Warming Warming
Wooley coat I’m warming
Rip stormin
I’m performing
This my fucking calling
Calling calling
Knew it the first day I heard what you call it What you call him
Brrrrr sorry babe that’s my calling Them man are chicken korma Us man on top
then then man That’s the official order
Buzz like bumble bee Swimming like dolphin Really I’m from the C Drip in the
ocean Didn’t hear much from you Figured you’d gone to sleep Can’t you hear
levels What do you want from me I got no dom’s on me Wouldn’t waste dom’s on u
I don’t give 2 shits
I don’t give number 2s done the snooze
Yawning
I woke up in the morning
I woke up with the horn on
I just might put a call in
But I won’t be there when you wake up Oh no baby you fallen
Told you you shouldn’t do that Don’t say you didn’t get a warning warning We’re
just fucking warming
I feel better than i did this morning, eh
Warming Warming Warming Warming
Wooley coat I’m warming
Rip stormin
I’m performing
This my fucking calling
Calling calling
Knew it the first day I heard what you call it What you call him
Please don’t watch my face bruv
Might see your Mrs make up
That bitch be tryna' wife I like she running out our data
Living on a pay cut
You’re pissed and now you hate us
Tryna' bring a piece for all my G’s Salaam Alaikum
Real shit
Want my presents in the building
Like I’m Santa for the children
Make you catch some kind of feelings
Like you’re fielding
Now we’re just our here warming
Called on a Q half straight in hooters now we’re fucking balling
I see them man that used to hate and now they rate it’s awkward
I see your bae it’s awkward Dre already porked it from that apple saucing
I feel better than i did this morning, eh
Warming Warming Warming Warming
Wooley coat I’m warming
Rip stormin
I’m performing
This my fucking calling
Calling calling
Knew it the first day I heard what you call it What you call him