Lyrics:
Hotdogs in the van
Got my homies with me ride till we die
Hotdogs in the van
Got my homies with me ride till we die
Hot dogs in the van
Dogs
Dogs
them niggas die too
You see joy through the eyes you cry through
Who in here believe in a parallel universe?
(I do) i knew a Jack that got high
Then got
hoch dein Kleid
und mach die Beine breit
denn ich bin soweit
Ich steck mein Würstchen in dich rein - du bist ein Hot Dog
Ich steck mein Würstchen in
niggaz but niggaz that try and shot dead
You're only takin' a fuckin' thing from me with hot led
You know my style fagot, 'cause I'm always schemin'
In
Too fly mobbing in my hot car
Too fly mobbing in my hot car
Too fly mobbing in my hot car
Swag til I die shorty party like a rockstar
Too fly mobbing
itty bitty dog
Hot dog, kurd dog, weenie dog, bird dog, hound dog
Cow dog, bow wow wow dog, wonder dog, barkin' dog
Chasing' parked car dog
Every
millionaire, Hot Boy, Lil' Turk
Bling blinging everyday, plus I got work (bling)
Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty-four seven
Steady stacking my ends
I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
[Chorus: ]
I'm a Hot Boy, that's name brand and top of the line
Ride fly daily, all year 'round
I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
[Chorus: ]
I'm a Hot Boy, that's name brand and top of the line
Ride fly daily, all year 'round
niggaz that try and shot dead
You're only takin' a fuckin' thing from me with hot led
You know my style fagot, 'cause I'm always schemin'
In jail, niggaz
mother f***ers till we die in this life I lead
I ain't a killer but don't push me dog
For that family I'll send that a** straight to God
And in this
that take away the top
So chicks around the way, they call me Cream of the Crop
They hop in the car, I tell 'em, "All aboard"
We hit the studio, they
that take away the top
So chicks around the way, they call me Cream of the Crop
They hop in the car, I tell 'em, "All aboard"
We hit the studio, they
the quap
and then i hit the switch that take away the top
so chicks around the way call me cream of the crop
they hop in the car i tell them all abord
we
the Black-ini
Another brother tryna diss and Mix ain't down
Oh no, hot sauce in my Dog Chow
Another brother can't see me
But he wants to be me
I'm layin
birthday
Wait, don't think they heard me
I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
[Chorus]
[B.G.]
I'ma Hot Boy, that's name brand and top
Just clean my fancy car
Picked up my fancy clothes
And we only in the hot spot,
No, we got the bomb,
We got the bomb
This is Byrd gang money,
This is
dollar car where I sit
And my broad is the shit
Crenshaw in the 6
Got it parked at the Shell in front of all of the Crips
You either ball or you brick
hot, yeah
It get hot, hot, hot, It get hot hot
It get hot, hot, hot, It get hot hot
Hot hot, yeah
It got hot off in Buckhead
32 shots I heard some niggas
Boom
Boom (yeah, top dog)
Boom (haha, uh)
Get your money, whip your hair
Executive branch blowing smoke like a player
Yeah in the club, yes it
Sandler was
Fuckin' in the first 50 Dates
That's kind of a low blow I shouldn't
Have made fun of that car crash
That was some hard shit to live through
But
make it hot
So excruciatingly hot
Everybody try to not die
I make it hot like humans in
A room with the door closed
Breathin' out carbon dioxide
I make
with out his chrome it's hard to imagine the homey dog in a
jag and he's checkin' for the checkered flag comin' in first never
In last cause my car
comin' after my cheese
Is it my car that they're losin, are we all for the choosin'?
Or is it all in confusion? Better yet all an illusion
Shots rang
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