Hot Wing Lyrics

Every summer, I be at it again

She my hot wing

Put my sauce in the bag

Do your little thing like ain't no one there

Show me something

They don't need to know what we do

Every summer (Like that lemon pepper)

I be at it again

She my hot wing (Sweet and sour)

Put my sauce in the bag

Do your little thing like ain't no one there

Show me something

They don't need to know what we do

Got me in a mood like (What)

Keep looking at you like (What, what)

Got me in a mood (What, what)

Keep looking at you (What, what)

My little chicken wing

Mama little tender thing

Serve you on a platter, have you with a side of collard greens

Maybe some hibachi suit you better, but anywhere we enter

Guaranteed they gon' mistake you for the dinner

C’mon with them legs

C'mon with them thighs

You so in command, baby, we controlling minds

Run it with that uh

I'm a connoisseur of

All that goddess energy and that's so me, so we in luck

That's the way we give it up (The way we give it up)

That's the way we give it up (That's the way we give it up)

That's the way we give it up (Guess that's the way we give it up)

That's the way we give it, way we give it

That's the way we give it up

Every summer, I be at it again

She my hot wing

Put my sauce in the bag

Do your little thing like ain't no one there

Show me something

They don't need to know what we do

Every summer (Like that lemon pepper)

I be at it again

She my hot wing (Sweet and sour)

Put my sauce in the bag

Do your little thing (Down to the bone)

Like ain't no one there

Show me something (How you get so good for the soul?)

They don't need to know what we do

No Dorito, no Frito Lay, no Utz and stuff

It’s pinkies up, refinest taste

Just like wings and a soda, baby, I be Coca Cola

Best believe that I'm the real thing, darling

I seen you 'round walking, joking with your little friend

But don't become an actor 'cuz you really can't pretend

All this envisioning all this cocoa butter skin

Ain't make you leave the one you with

Baby, you so classic

Like a 45 spinning, stick ball, and used crates for a basket

Like a hat hit, fat kick

Drummer ain't the only one know how to work a drumstick

So much sauce

It's too much sauce

The napkin's tucked

My manners off

I'm so involved

Hands and all

Shorty, f*** a utensil

After you give go, it’s on, it's on

Every summer (Need that lemon pepper)

I be at it again

She my hot wing (Sweet and sour)

Put my sauce in the bag

Do your little thing (Down to the bone)

Like ain't no one there

Show me something (Now what you on?)

They don't need to know what we do

Every summer (Like that lemon pepper)

I be at it again (With a little kick)

She my hot wing (Sweet and sour)

Put my sauce in the bag (Honey, you the sheee)

Do your little thing (Down to the bone)

Like ain't no one there

Show me something (Good for the soul)

They don't need to know what we do

Every summer (Need that lemon pepper)

She my hot wing (Got that sweet and sour)

Do your little thing (Down to the bone)

Like ain't no one there (Now what you on?)

Show me something

When I dip, you dip, we dip (Every summer [Like that lemon pepper])

When I dip, you dip, we dip (She my hot wing [Sweet and sour])

When I dip, you dip, we dip (Do your little thing [Down to the bone])

When I dip, you dip, we dip (Like ain't no one there [Good for the soul])

Every summer

I be at it again (Need that lemon pepper)

She my hot wing

Put my sauce in the bag (That sweet and sour)

Do your little thing

Like ain't no one there

Show me something

They don't need to know what we do

Serve it up

Want my plate to go

Tell me what's the flavor

C'mon, what you say, love

Got me in a mood like that

Keep looking at you like that