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It's M-O-E, so all I need is more chips
Swag stand out like pimples
And cold-sore lips
Ugh! Pill hotter than a snotty nose
Body doze, who not exposed

to the fullest like jack
Nick and freeman in that movie
Catch me out living in Miami
Willie beaming with the Louis
In my queen of some land
Still drifting by my

swear pon mi life me wish you coulda be my lady
But yuh love costing too much baby (baby)

Pree me, primadonna
Hotter than peppa, hotter than sauna

that plug
That weighs a tonne 
And is hotter than fire
Hotter than the sun

I don't mind
Being player 2
Player 2
That's fine
I don't mind
Being player 2

posing
Drank red, part the sea like I'm Moses
Surrounded by greatness, like I was Tim Grover
If I hit, then you lucky, a four leaf clover
Louis bag help me

gettin' escorted by an usher
I be passin' out these blues
Call me Louis Armstrong, brother
And I came outside with them sticks
It look like I'm walkin'

Bounce

Lil Wayne

ColleGrove

2016

me
Hotter than Mississippi, the summer of 1950s
In a van full of some niggas and white bitches
Get pulled over for swervin' like "Hi, officer,"

itching
She’s hotter than some food that cooking up in the kitchen
And when I’m in it
You know I gotta go complete the mission
I’m never tripping
Cause I

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Stop riding the wave nigga this aint a cruise
Im hotter than noon 
I was on the block with them goons 
Ima keep grinding thats all

Honey by side pouring Henny till it's too many
Big Timers Big Ben y'all watch me in any season
Summer time flow hotter than time with any demon
Time

Eye been going at it way too long
Going at it harder than a hit from a bong
Going at it stronger than a juiced Armstrong
If all lives matter can we

go harder than both the Carters
Holly Grove to Marcy Gardens
That ain't a artist with the skills I got
I promise, oh my God

I hope it kills them like

better bring that iron boy
Leave em flattened boy
Flatter than a iron board
Been a hotter boy
On that master p bout it boy
Now get it aint gotta push raw

of countin' blues
I'ma take this YSL
And this Gucci, and this Louis
Prada 'cause I'm hotter
I used to ball in Philly
With that nina Iguodala
I beefs up in my

Prada 'cause I'm hotter
I used to ball in Philly
With that nina and get dollars
I beefs up in my Bimmer
Check aboard my collar
And when I check my bank

a nigga swiss cheese
Yeen never heard a nigga say please
308 bullets hotter than sum grease
7.62 chopping down trees
Santana, I'm back in the boof with Lil

out here in 'em spats
You got alter egos, I guess mine can only rap
She's a fashion chick, ugh, she's a dragon witch
Ugh, hotter than sriracha - girl,

Outro

Drama

Gangsta Grilz, Vol. 12

2007

able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane

not stranger to the trigga
Talkin' I'll kidnap ya momma
If it's really 'bout that drama
All I rock is that designer
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Prada big bro dj

[What a Wonderful World - Louis Armstrong]

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what

Louis Armstrong on the radio
White wine buzz and away we go
Starry night, out my window
Looks like Van Gogh painted it himself

In the morning

than fish grease
Shaded by money trees
Hi five'n wit Allen
He blowin good leaf
& the Temperature rising
Temperature rising
Getting hotter outside
Like

ta get broke
Like a CD case
It's harder to start than it is to continue
That's why
We keep
Switching up the menu
Analog digital
All original
This ain't

self taught to get it so fortunate and
My circumstance with chance was so hidden
Pulled up my pants advance to transform the norm like Louis Armstrong