Song | I'm a Hot Boy |
Artist | The Hot Boys |
Album | Get It How U Live! |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hot Boys | |
I take drama as far as it could go | |
I ain't no ho | |
That is something u would wanna know | |
I get loose as a goose | |
When beef in my presence | |
I'm a hot boy fa'sho | |
Nigga a living legend | |
I straight creep if i get beef with ya | |
They got t-shirt waiting on yo fucking picture | |
Yo head leak like water drippin from a faucet | |
Cause i was in the hospital | |
Yo wootay these niggas think i lost it | |
But i'm still a head busta | |
Run with straight real niggas | |
That's a fatigue nigga | |
So this the deal with ya | |
All about cash daddy | |
Face behind the mask daddy | |
Choppers with 50 in em' | |
Ready to blast daddy | |
Duck or get down nigga | |
Bounce or get bounce nigga | |
U on side of a milk carton | |
Can't be found nigga | |
Take it how u wanna | |
Bring how u feel | |
Take in blood nigga you get it how u live | |
Chorus: ( juve) | |
Where the villian be | |
That's where i'll stand | |
I'm comming with autilary | |
Up in my hand | |
I'm showing u bitches the reason i'm the man | |
I'm stopping u hoes from breathing u understand | |
Verse 2: ( b.g) | |
It don't stop | |
It want stop | |
My glock on safety | |
Cock if you get shot | |
Don't get shocked | |
Cause you are aware of my actions | |
U know i that u heard of me | |
And that's a fact son | |
I'm bout whatever u bout nigga allday | |
I'm 100% thug | |
U wont't trigga play | |
It's all gravy let's handle it | |
I get scandalous | |
I call baby it's confusion | |
Army tool we using | |
He beep me back | |
We clicking up we set up | |
A dangerous mob | |
Once u wet up | |
No getting up | |
That's how it is | |
I hustle for my g's | |
Over hundred g's | |
Stun'n with versace | |
It's straight soldiers ree's | |
And soldiers rags, soldiers hats, | |
Soldiers jackets nigga we bustin' soldiers pants | |
We wanna go all the way out | |
And thug????? | |
Uptown my stumpping ground we camflouge down | |
(chours) | |
Verse 3: if you aint bout no paper | |
I ain't fucking with ya | |
U outta line | |
I'm gon flip ya | |
B.g toten big pistol | |
U know i represent | |
Full of that dope behind lime tint | |
Mercedes what i'm in | |
We steal is a lil hint | |
That u murder if you flinch | |
6feet in where u sent | |
My occupation consist | |
Putting momma on the front bench | |
My click is often dangerous | |
If they caught to hang with us thug with us | |
Cause trust if u outside ain't no love with us | |
Where i'll be all my rounds fucking down | |
And that's dat upt | |
U ain't gotta hide you get down | |
But it all good | |
U get dirty i get dirty | |
We all hood u be slurgin i be slurgin | |
In the 929 fullu loaded sitting on chrome | |
I'm hot boy that need a hot girl to take home | |
I aint' gone bone light | |
On dat dope dick | |
I know you heard that we go all night | |
Yo girl ?????? say b.g. ain't right | |
Chorus til end |
zuo qu : Hot Boys | |
I take drama as far as it could go | |
I ain' t no ho | |
That is something u would wanna know | |
I get loose as a goose | |
When beef in my presence | |
I' m a hot boy fa' sho | |
Nigga a living legend | |
I straight creep if i get beef with ya | |
They got tshirt waiting on yo fucking picture | |
Yo head leak like water drippin from a faucet | |
Cause i was in the hospital | |
Yo wootay these niggas think i lost it | |
But i' m still a head busta | |
Run with straight real niggas | |
That' s a fatigue nigga | |
So this the deal with ya | |
All about cash daddy | |
Face behind the mask daddy | |
Choppers with 50 in em' | |
Ready to blast daddy | |
Duck or get down nigga | |
Bounce or get bounce nigga | |
U on side of a milk carton | |
Can' t be found nigga | |
Take it how u wanna | |
Bring how u feel | |
Take in blood nigga you get it how u live | |
Chorus: juve | |
Where the villian be | |
That' s where i' ll stand | |
I' m comming with autilary | |
Up in my hand | |
I' m showing u bitches the reason i' m the man | |
I' m stopping u hoes from breathing u understand | |
Verse 2: b. g | |
It don' t stop | |
It want stop | |
My glock on safety | |
Cock if you get shot | |
Don' t get shocked | |
Cause you are aware of my actions | |
U know i that u heard of me | |
And that' s a fact son | |
I' m bout whatever u bout nigga allday | |
I' m 100 thug | |
U wont' t trigga play | |
It' s all gravy let' s handle it | |
I get scandalous | |
I call baby it' s confusion | |
Army tool we using | |
He beep me back | |
We clicking up we set up | |
A dangerous mob | |
Once u wet up | |
No getting up | |
That' s how it is | |
I hustle for my g' s | |
Over hundred g' s | |
Stun' n with versace | |
It' s straight soldiers ree' s | |
And soldiers rags, soldiers hats, | |
Soldiers jackets nigga we bustin' soldiers pants | |
We wanna go all the way out | |
And thug????? | |
Uptown my stumpping ground we camflouge down | |
chours | |
Verse 3: if you aint bout no paper | |
I ain' t fucking with ya | |
U outta line | |
I' m gon flip ya | |
B. g toten big pistol | |
U know i represent | |
Full of that dope behind lime tint | |
Mercedes what i' m in | |
We steal is a lil hint | |
That u murder if you flinch | |
6feet in where u sent | |
My occupation consist | |
Putting momma on the front bench | |
My click is often dangerous | |
If they caught to hang with us thug with us | |
Cause trust if u outside ain' t no love with us | |
Where i' ll be all my rounds fucking down | |
And that' s dat upt | |
U ain' t gotta hide you get down | |
But it all good | |
U get dirty i get dirty | |
We all hood u be slurgin i be slurgin | |
In the 929 fullu loaded sitting on chrome | |
I' m hot boy that need a hot girl to take home | |
I aint' gone bone light | |
On dat dope dick | |
I know you heard that we go all night | |
Yo girl ?????? say b. g. ain' t right | |
Chorus til end |
zuò qǔ : Hot Boys | |
I take drama as far as it could go | |
I ain' t no ho | |
That is something u would wanna know | |
I get loose as a goose | |
When beef in my presence | |
I' m a hot boy fa' sho | |
Nigga a living legend | |
I straight creep if i get beef with ya | |
They got tshirt waiting on yo fucking picture | |
Yo head leak like water drippin from a faucet | |
Cause i was in the hospital | |
Yo wootay these niggas think i lost it | |
But i' m still a head busta | |
Run with straight real niggas | |
That' s a fatigue nigga | |
So this the deal with ya | |
All about cash daddy | |
Face behind the mask daddy | |
Choppers with 50 in em' | |
Ready to blast daddy | |
Duck or get down nigga | |
Bounce or get bounce nigga | |
U on side of a milk carton | |
Can' t be found nigga | |
Take it how u wanna | |
Bring how u feel | |
Take in blood nigga you get it how u live | |
Chorus: juve | |
Where the villian be | |
That' s where i' ll stand | |
I' m comming with autilary | |
Up in my hand | |
I' m showing u bitches the reason i' m the man | |
I' m stopping u hoes from breathing u understand | |
Verse 2: b. g | |
It don' t stop | |
It want stop | |
My glock on safety | |
Cock if you get shot | |
Don' t get shocked | |
Cause you are aware of my actions | |
U know i that u heard of me | |
And that' s a fact son | |
I' m bout whatever u bout nigga allday | |
I' m 100 thug | |
U wont' t trigga play | |
It' s all gravy let' s handle it | |
I get scandalous | |
I call baby it' s confusion | |
Army tool we using | |
He beep me back | |
We clicking up we set up | |
A dangerous mob | |
Once u wet up | |
No getting up | |
That' s how it is | |
I hustle for my g' s | |
Over hundred g' s | |
Stun' n with versace | |
It' s straight soldiers ree' s | |
And soldiers rags, soldiers hats, | |
Soldiers jackets nigga we bustin' soldiers pants | |
We wanna go all the way out | |
And thug????? | |
Uptown my stumpping ground we camflouge down | |
chours | |
Verse 3: if you aint bout no paper | |
I ain' t fucking with ya | |
U outta line | |
I' m gon flip ya | |
B. g toten big pistol | |
U know i represent | |
Full of that dope behind lime tint | |
Mercedes what i' m in | |
We steal is a lil hint | |
That u murder if you flinch | |
6feet in where u sent | |
My occupation consist | |
Putting momma on the front bench | |
My click is often dangerous | |
If they caught to hang with us thug with us | |
Cause trust if u outside ain' t no love with us | |
Where i' ll be all my rounds fucking down | |
And that' s dat upt | |
U ain' t gotta hide you get down | |
But it all good | |
U get dirty i get dirty | |
We all hood u be slurgin i be slurgin | |
In the 929 fullu loaded sitting on chrome | |
I' m hot boy that need a hot girl to take home | |
I aint' gone bone light | |
On dat dope dick | |
I know you heard that we go all night | |
Yo girl ?????? say b. g. ain' t right | |
Chorus til end |