Lyrics:
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
By the time you're finished with me
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, you're an alley cat
Hot legs, you scratch my
go
That's how you make a statement that they should quote
I seen death around the corner
And I lived right by the corner store
I'm a Hot Boy, I'll
Everyday Wonna fans spoil
Chaley we be hot
Rockbuns Wey dey top by chart
Waguan we know not patois like that
We high dread but we no be Rasta like that
All
summer time
Boy, you got me fiendin' for you, whatever you do
Don't stop, you better make it real hot
Keep it burning and burning
I want it long
the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
Colors of love are red and green
Ho ho ho
Colors of love are red and green in the snow oh oh
Colors of love are red and green
Let's make it
ya eyes I can tell what you thinkin'
Why aint we somewhere hot for the weekend
Seafood eatin', I heard you like Red Lobster
You the type might like
to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all that red
freakin' around
Red blooded woman
Its too hot inside
You'll never get to heaven if your scared of gettin high
La la la la la la la la (freakin' around)
a trick but if money involved
He might taste the Scooby snack - Bitch mystery solved
Hot for him
A bitch is too hot for him
If mama's the next filly
He
four and tires blazing
Cut off jeans is what I'm gazing
Driving off the road in my pickup truck
And I want that red-hot electric girl
Sliding in my
Stewart Rod
Every Beat Of My Heart
Red Hot In Black
I met her in a little French cafe
Legs like a young giraffe
She was sitting reading
me
Yeah but you’re not getting it right
But it’s cool
Too cool for cat
A little bit of this and a little bit of that
Had a red hot maybe
the processional
By Any Means, track 8
Ok, here we go!
Wait, you didn't get the memo? Didn't hear it?
This whole verse I've been talking to your spirit
A little too
the processional
By Any Means, track 8
Ok, here we go!
Wait, you didn't get the memo? Didn't hear it?
This whole verse I've been talking to your spirit
A little too
around
Like hot potato, your ho get passed around
When finished with her, we gone pass her down
Call them hoes contagious by the
Way they getting passed
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
beat better off dead, died from two eating too much popcorn
He's got three little minions that he had born, one was cold as ice, one was melting hot
think it's my time to eat
Break Flow like distructo disk
Fall in the pit it's a bottomless abyss
Too hot I never miss
I bet this choppa love giving you
It's all luv yeah yeah
Friday night, late June, sittin' by the fire with a lake view
Eyes Lock- Through the smoke, burnin' hot, flame blue
You
stop
Red beans, stir the pot
know they want me cus I'm hot
I don't need no crowd
I am the turn up
I'm on I click the switch up
Ceiling fans won't ne
you should’ve known
Georgia is my home
The land of the slaves
Home of the Indians
The Tomahawk braves
Red clay
And barely paved streets
Hot in
makes my eyes turn red
All my minds swing by a thread
Feeling hot, looking hot
I'm so confident
Maybe better without anybody else
I got my fans excited,
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