Hot Boys (feat. Merci Mani & Tweez)
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T-Doh Look, look I remember sitting on the phone My tuition high so I gotta flip a couple zones My uncle was in the cell Figuring out his bail But he don't do codefendants cuz people know how to tell But really its not a secret We the hottest believe it PCG got the diamonds so really now we be freezing You just not in the team its a different kind of achievement The bitches out of your league want to let me write on their cleavage My cousin told me you gotta come with a plan dog Put yourself in position to get your brand off All that respect you want I do not understand Ain't nobody show me how to be a man dog I'm a Eastside liver New Orleans stunna Dirty lil nigga who been tryna make the come up I ride, like a rollercoaster With the 45, I take it off your shoulder, lil nigga All my young niggas from the O they be reckless Watch me act a fool in my all white Lexus I do everything big bitch I ain't from Texas A little go a long way nigga watch me stretch it If she throw me the pussy you know that I'ma catch it If she assume we attached I'ma detach it she ratchet I won't put my eggs in her basket I have her body laying like she laying in a casket Dead, I can't let this shit get to my head I'll count a hundred thousand before I go to bed I want to see my nigga live I don't want to see you dead I'ma put us in a mansion not no lil ass shed What you mean All my niggas getting the green I'll shoot a nigga dead while the police on the scene I'll bust a nigga head if he playing with my green I'll do the dirty work and wash my hand like I was clean, for real Ain't no suckas in my circle everybody got strap Smoke you like this cookies that I'm lacing with wax Brody on the grind tryna flip him a pack You can love me or hate me I adapted to that Down in the trap rats caught stealing my cheese Raised the strap long nose lord bless my sneeze Stay true to my core let the rest of em bleed Fumes in the air niggas barely can breathe Cooler on the popper make a hot nigga freeze I'm the hottest you the opposite you feeling that breeze I'm the modest showing condolence them others in need Broomsticks for these trash rappers ratting on streets I'm only discussing money real niggas don't beef If that's at stake then I'll gladly raise my heat Bust your grape escape and live life in peace I'm a great tryna leave as a masterpiece Got the game on lock in a master key Dope make em say Uhh like Master P I den chose this road its what I had to be Merci be that nigga I stay bringing the heat
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Written by: Antoine Robinson, Merci Mani, Tyson Frank
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