Lyrics:
strapped
Sony booming town, I want that
Music king crown, I need dat
Hot fire sound, I make that
Rhythm beat hound, I am dat
Aye no sleep record got ice
hot delight
Well the girls are excited
Because in a minute they're gonna get wet
And the boys are delighted
Because all the titties will get 'em upset
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
give fuck what you did
Hot shells that nigga got hit in his shit
Jay 5 im tryna spin through douglas
An if i see you pussy nigga ima empty the clip
a square, goddamn I'm paid (ha-ha)
I'm so cool, but I'm so hot, and I'm
I'm so fly, and you, you're so not (nope)
Show me what you're workin' with just
piece
White gold look tasty drop racks on some new teeth
I'm so iced out it's like negative 2 C
They all be talking like Dfool you hot now
Boy I've been
are
Hashtag, dressin' up
Insta game all messed up hell no
Come kick mud in them deep
Sticks with them big boys
I'm southern-grown by the grace of God
Somebody call the slick police
Capitol W, ha
Weezy Baby
This is Tha Carter, man
Rim low, all I can see is the flow, now let's go
Roger, you're
Somebody call the slick police
Capitol W, ha
Weezy Baby
This is Tha Carter, man
Rim low, all I can see is the flow, now let's go
Roger, you're
your boy cons
When you're ready to stop runnin'
Ready to stop frontin'
Ready to pop somethin'
(You got to turn yourself in)
When you're ready to start
The pain in my heart is getting dosed by joy (what?)
We have no other boy but to bring the B-boy (uh, uh, uh)
There's nothin' on this earth that can
(Y'kno about the Hot Boys nigga, why'kno about the Hot Boys nigga)
Nigga say New Orleans fake, nigga better fear down here
We have mo' muders than
to Hell that's on the real 'cause he deserves to
Look, that's word to the man he has to answer to for the shit he did
In three years, he done molested over
level
Ever peddled by the Devil me being the Devil
Yep hot Boy 'till the grizzle
Gone 'till they miss me
And that's until the blunts burn out
came into the game
On 10th of murder then them, them
Well we, we, we, cause these boys is hot
These boys got glocks, these boys send shots do you know
a square, goddamn I'm paid (ha-ha)
I'm so cool, but I'm so hot, and I'm
I'm so fly, and you, you're so not (nope)
Show me what you're workin' with just
feel it on my skin (Whoaa)
Boy I wonder what would happen
If I trip and let you in
Don't get shook by my aggression
I just might be the one
Let's
Phone a friend
My origin was lonely man
I made music to heal
It was my only chance
Flex for Christmas
The Bikko boys spent New Year's in France
I hit
this summer
Don't get me started with you
Cause you're ass has always been dirty
For every girl you that talk to
There's at least another thirty boys
This song dropped Jae P hit my line like we gotta murk it
I told him twelve a.m. meet me there
In case you ain't notice by now, we been winning,
wanted smoke, you wouldn't type out any message
Move around with this coke, I'm like who need a refreshment
Ha, huh
Hit the dope wit a remix
Loose lips
Salute Mine Fcuk Yours
Spit 2 bars now they wahn quote me
Hot gal say they wahn throat me
I know the boy dem was pull me over drag me out and then choke
Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shit
But a hundred bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint
This Hot Boy click laid back and spy
you're being me who's being you?
I'm hot like Patra, Doggystyle on all fours
End your career like Christopher Williams did Al B. Sures
Mass hysteria,
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