Lyrics:
Nash
Heat on my hip and it’s hotter than Phoenix
I be itching for money I’m feigning
And then m’s coming in I’m not dreaming
Hit that girl from the back
walking off like that's it now
Talking all of that shit now
All I know is that I can't hear now
It can't get much worse than this now
Baby, how hard are
Even when the beat fuck up you know I'm still
Rap Game Jerry Springer i got tosta'
Drop Testarossa
Everybody know I'm hot-hot to'-tosta'
Hotter than
They wish upon stars that their bars can get
Similar burn as us, who had a run like this?
I peddle dope longer than Lance Armstrong
Alright, alright,
wanna sniff
Flow is poetic justice
Make Janet recite the lyrics I spit
Who hotter than me? You hotter than who?
All Eyez On Me, I'm way 2Pac-er than you
on dick
You know these bitches on dick
You know these bitches they smell
Ew
You like the way that I dress
Ew
YeaYea shit hotter than hell
Yeah
YeaYea be
Michelle, I freaked her well
Her pussy got hotter than flames in hell
I geed this girl, her name was Tammy
I didn't want to do it cause the bitch was
I ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin', I'm hotter than a Taki
Hit the mall I cop everything poppin tags just like a glocky
Ice rink around my
neighbors stare
And forget to blink
I'm Colder than blizzards
Hotter than embers
Summer beginning
World keep on spinning
Momentum not ending
I'm swift with
low in the seats with the burner sittin' under
Got my tank top toppe on it
Prolly ain't summer
But I ride like that cause I'm hotter than the others
ALL THAT I WANTED
Written By: Sharon Faith Groom
Copyright 2000
VERSE I
Why the hell are we friends anyway
Since me being down just ruined your
Baby shake it like maracas
Girl you're hotter than Sriracha I been staring at your body
Girl you flyer than a jet or a private helicopter
Let me
to catch your eye now baby what's your trip
Yeah she's hotter than the sun on the Vegas Strip
And she's cooler than the moon on a cold winter's night
Is that
jelly, (Swahili) hotter than pili pili
So much so I need a Ben and Jerry
My girl hotter than pili pili
Oh
Come to me like messiah
Say you cherry little
doing freestyles
And I didn't write down
The things that I drop
Bitch I'm in Paris
Louis Chanel All on my body
No I ain't average
You know Imma manage
holy water
That's all she know and honour
Shorty live it by the dollar
She got a ruby collar
Icy she don't want it hotter
She like it fine and proper
Tell niggas stop playing with me
Bitch I'm a big stepper
Gucci, Louis, Prada for the drip
Ohh yeah this big pressure,
Broski put a stamp on all his
Where he been, I been there, that Lambo, I'm in there,
Hotter then the beginning of my career with 50, Dre and Em there,
Top off the Murcialago like
Oh, oh yeah, baby
Oh, oh, ay, yeah, oh
Hotter than New Orleans in
Summertime, you're so fine
You walk by now I wish I could press rewind (yeah)
anybody make real shit anymore?
Bow in the presence of greatness
'Cause right now thou hast forsaken us
You should be honored by my lateness
That I
remain a Saint Louis entertainer
My women love me later
How could a hater blame her
Shoot, I'm just that dude that
Kicks bars for a living
Get rich
Foot stay on the gas I'm on that ass
Nigga we broke the mold
Money to fold we bout to blow
Hotter than a kilo
She said I was the shit
I guess if you say
boring than Mahjong
Up and at 'em, more inactive than argon
A lunatic, due to which you slashed at your Armstrong
Neil, remain calm, physical harm is
Yeah
I Wake Up, Get Fly
Take Pictures? Hell Nah
My crew, 2 Live
Cooking, stir fry
I wake up, too fly
Hotter than July
Wanna kick it, Muay Thai
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