Lyrics:
it hot, get found in vacant lot
You don't really wanna come try, the one guy
Who stay dumb high from blunt lye
The rack of sing-sing alumni
Who got
Whatever fuckin' reason would they want to wet me up?
And get me up out the bitch wit' da heat
And a party wit' a gang of off-brands and a freak (where you
my nine
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[Verse]
Can't find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot"
When I drop, I'm sound like Eminem and Kid Rock
couldn't really make no pay
I knew a dude that worked at the super market
Makin minimum wage, livin poor and starvin
He stopped by my house and told me he
see
Stand by what I say integrity
Aye
I put your love in into motion
She got it wet the ocean
I'm up in it and I'm soaking
4 O' clock in the morning
Fuck you, ho, I'm so 5-0-4, I hope every snitch die slow
Hip-hop, that's my ho, I know
She know I like it wet, don't want no dry ho
Alright, bitch, I
Fuck you, ho, I'm so 5-0-4, I hope every snitch die slow
Hip-hop, that's my ho, I know
She know I like it wet, don't want no dry ho
Alright, bitch, I
the beat like a bike (yeah)
Don't press your tone when you niggas drive by (yeah)
The stick is so extend, niggas shootin' on sight (grrat)
I blow through
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose)
Real hot girl shit
I like 'em all
Yeah, light skin, dark skin, short
I like 'em tall
I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars,
Well I treat bitches like drinks,
When I step in the club and by out tha bar,
So let me quench
for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp!Whomp!)
Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call
pretty hot
'Cause he knowin that Tecca Ninna's a dirty chopper
He's handle, holmes, here's a handful
How in the hell he hovering having hella go H.A.M.
hot as a frying pan, 'cause baby I'm the man
And I'm leanin' like a kick stand, stackin' up them grands
From T Wet to Batan, that wood grain up in my
the bed into a stage and then perform
Your body's getting hot girl I could feel its warm
I show you what I'll do
If I could be up in the middle
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
talkin? buying bottles, Cavalli Vodka
I'm wet and hot like lava
I'm switchin? 4 lanes in Range
Hangin' out the roof talkin? money ain't a thing
Comin? all
section, that got your ho wet (on God)
And that's just to pop shit while I sip Wock', pour out the Moët (on God)
Ayy, where that dope at?
I been that
niggas silly, I really don't want no problems
It's North Philly hot, really hot
Duck cops, send shots at idiots, really I
Got the mack milli I wet your
make the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrate
Some die by fate, yo niggas cry hate
A fly facer get they thighs scraped
And little PUS that's why raped
a man being hot and a man who just under fire
Damnit, just come and try us, the humble pie, the young empire, them lies told
By those jumbo liars, put
girl
Pull her by the ponytail and
Giver her that uh
And if it ain't hot it ain't hood
I say it how I want it
And I wish a nigga would
Boy you make me
When you are with me you who you wanna be
She ride to my tunes
Take shots I shoot
Her body affecting my mood
Keep it wet like monsoon
Ride with me
But we saw em
She throwin' that pussy
I caught it
Lil' shawty got wet like water
When it come to the money
I hoarder
Play my shit across the border
I
man turn flash
What's the angle show me now
Wet wet make man drown
If i see that pagan
Hundred percent i will back it out
Rise that dots on speech
It's
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