Lyrics:
the spot ready or not
Pushin' my pronouns for plenty plenty a pop,
I'm getting guap my man I got plans
To cop land away and lay in in the hot sand,
I
sex adrenaline
Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi TEC who want it?
Diamonds I flaunt it,
Strike a pose
Hot as hell
Grab your chicken head by the tail
A lot of tail
Can generate you a lot of mail
I'm the victorious
You the big time
Ya gal
I guess you could say I've been away
I wake up slow when I'm hot but I destruct the plant
And fourteen hands comb New York for fans
They make
of age, I'd be a gluten for muffins
Homeboy when I seen this I mean this
I was really shocked
And my teammate was really fiendish
It got really hot
[Mannie Fresh talking] Hot in the ass you heards me This a story about the Saturday night This the story of how my shit go You tell yo' shit, I'mma
Sip, flick
Ashes thick
Drip hard to lit
I done take you bitch
Dip quick
Out the back door exit
Shorty steaming soaking wet
Better put your problems
be touched
Niggas say I'm too much, I trust it's true
Why lie? See for yourself when I slide through
Drive by, your bitch say don't look, you do
up like carpaccio, nigga
Extra thin
Yo, I play with cold stoves so
Hot it'll break the Pyrex
Yellow and black Wu Nikes go
With the Pittsburgh Pirates
King)
So how the hell I'm 'gon lose
To one of y'all dudes when the album drop I'm 'gon eat (Nacirema)
You got the number one spot, really think you hot
the bricks where they at (where)
Dripping, ooze the Patek all wet (ooh)
The birds in the trap they ain't leavin' out they nest (brr)
Get pie face, Seth like
done got drunk inside this bitch, I'm Don Julio
We tryna get wet from these bitches, so what you cruising for
My family depend on me, that's who I do
and sketchin'
To revive, reset and then set inspections
For the wet ones to the next ones, yes one, step son and get one
Comin' from behind is the line yours
dope wet, cause it weigh a hella lot mo'
You can smell the residue and the fumes from next do'
Ughhh, turf superstar, microwaves and pickle jars
Portable
Dangerous ways, Poltergeist change the channel
Roll the dice, I bring change when I gamble
I could sell sand to a Arab, hot and my gun handle
Where
that nigga
That sold you that half-a-cake last week on the set"
You mean that soap for that synthetic dope
That ripped me, that shit that was wet
I hang wit pullers of automatic triggers and gold diggers
My mob?s full of go getters go live or die by the cold niggas
Wit drama bringers ear
rider rims
If it's me, hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome
Crying on the phone
Ho thinking I'm in love with her
Cause she took me shopping
can't be touched
Niggas say I'm too much, I trust it's true
Why lie? See for yourself when I slide through
Drive by, your bitch say don't look, you
me a bottle of that
It's hella ass, some with glitter and exotic tats
You know my stats, superfly, MAC
I'm in the back getting worked by this girl
luck, I like my rhymes atrocious
Supercalafragilisticexpialidocious
I'm an effect and that you can bet
I can take a fly girl and make her wet
downtown
Under my sheet like a ghost
Stick your tongue down my throat
You're so hot sleep in the wet spot
I like the nightlife i like the Boogie man
I like
Smith Willow
Had so much weight on my shoulders
Red eyes and a wet pillow
I was so lost without a vision, ambition
Theft and fraud was my mission
But by
Just you keep purpin, you'll be Purple
Lying in your own puddle
Wet you up like I'm Squirtle
I was sent to piss the world off
By chance the booth's
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