Lyrics:
kept the best bitch
One snap of his fingers, he make her step quick
Respect me, homie, don't play the phony
Them hot shells will turn you to macaroni
score
Down by one I'll put two on the board
I do it something like the number 24
Blessed with the game since the day I was born
I got a game plan nigga
the kids bang on hot pavement
There's no faults, there's no bones
To pick, we've got no problems
But that was then and this is now, I'll never
Forget
All night, sippin' on a feelin'
Won't lie, was nervous for this evenin'
Then you arrive
Oh God, why you gotta look so
So hot, rememberin' your
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
pre-groupies, just highwaters
Comin' out the snow, peelin' your socks off, yeah
Freezin', just to find out there's no hot water
Man, I had packed roaches
That
know that she'll
Alvita
Alvita
Paid a lil' fair on the East side high
Like, "Free Mr. Clark"
Lady upstairs 'bout to be so hot
Smokin' like "fix
cause they do what I say
Hot head, my shit look like a flame
If I took your bitch, I am not the blame (haha)
Cause when she see me, she don't think
niggas basic (yeah)
I'ma be hot by the summer, I might change my number (yeah yeah) (On gang)
Independent getting money, mansion for my momma (yeah yeah,
block trippin'
Curry in the clip but I'm shooting like Scottie Pippen
Hot sauce, no drive-by, bounced out and walked up
Taped off, stop the capping,
you like, you by yourself
And you just cruising on the highway man
Yeah this, this got me thinking
Uh, I'm smoking on that cat piss
Swerving
on home (hey)
Them materials slightly covered that wagon (that wagon)
You're hot as humble but your body is braggin' (is braggin')
If I was smooth
a freak, this ain't yo hoe
You ain't street boy you's a hoe
I was tryna find out how fuck that he came through the hole
How the fuck da spot got hot
This that straight comeback, no re-rock
Kush got me higher than a treetop
Your girl put my dick in her mouth and did the beatbox
Get her hot, teapot
ain't listen
I was on a mission, they was hating' on me
Started switchin' now i'm riding by my lonely
All the snakes they call me homie
Now im up, they
Step by step
合わせな tonight's the night
So, come with me
You're so いつ見たって激ヤバな baby girl
何着たって so bad クセになる
でも中身は so fresh な fruits
hand brush across breezy
I caught the holy ghost, born to roll, raised by the corner most
The coroner, the siren singing with the corner folks
Shot real hot like a shot of the whiskey, if I'm not ducking, how could you miss me?
Glued to the blicky, keep my shit with me
I get the back end,
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
straight
Won't spit a hot 16 but got a mean 8
Clean slate, new label, new chain still
Your favorite rapper ODing on his pain pills
You mother fuckers
by trappers and drilla's
New wap, gorgeous
Beyoncé clip 'cause it's flawless
Can't lay down with every gyal
I'm not anyone, B, I'm cautious
Big
much at stake, got no time for a date
Unless that date is with fate, got my eyes on the prize and
It's too occupiant, you want a slice but it's too hot
and found, it's my final mistake
She's loving by proxy, no give and all take
'Cause I've been thrilled to fantasy one too many times
Oh I, I just died in
to chill
Look around, I smell beer
Model chicks in the club, call 'em bitch with no fear
Big booties and tits, sex-style underwear
Hot pants G-string
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