Hot Wing Song 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