Lyrics:
making music
Now they main bitches play me
Tryna get like jay z
Working never lazy
Use 2 eat that ramen hella hot sauce shit was tasty
Now I put that
the Bahamas
Most demons tryin' to see me hot like I'm in the sauna
And I'm just tryin' to get ya loose kinda like Madonna
[Z] Everybody I know, tell em it's
eyes but mine are greener
(I'm Hot) I keep it simple like add and subtract
One color, everything I rock is black
Like that black chic black whips
, "Alright, cool, Jay"
But I gotta be at work by 3, it's midday
I can't go in smelling like weed, he said
"Okay" stop by the cheap tobacco store
Two swishers
Hot drug dealer, hot hot drug dealer
Hot drug dealer, hot hot drug dealer
You're blonde and you do the splits
I could never call it quits on you
yourself untied, are you gonna do it
Feel the heat pushing you to decide
Feel the heat burning you up, ready or not
Some like it hot and some sweat
yourself untied, are you gonna do it
Feel the heat pushing you to decide
Feel the heat burning you up, ready or not
Some like it hot and some sweat
and the seven dwarfs nigga
Four bad bitches they gon set it off nigga
All this cash got me dripping all this sauce nigga
All this money got me living like a boss
Zupa
Zupa hot hot hot this beat don't stop stop stop
It's fire hot hot hot shake what you got got got
She Zupa hot hot hot this beat don't stop stop
like cold cuts
My bread hot no toasters
I run shit like otis
No jay z on my baby you gone pay me what you owe us
Heart to cold you can't defrost it
I be
, hot, hot and bad in bed
Bad in bed, I’m bad in bed
Hot, hot, hot and bad in bed
You’re my best, I need some rest
It’s waiting, it’s waiting for me
sometimes I ask myself
Will the violence ever cease "Oh my God"
(You know you gon' like it, Kalonji, Wyclef)
It's too hot on the floor man "Oh my God"
Real Hot Boy Fuck A Thot Bitch Ayy Real Hot Boy Fuck A Fake Trigger And Yea Its Vice Versa Fuck A Fake Nigga
Team So Tight But We Ready Like A Full
fuckin' back
Now how you, lovin' that
Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Cash-Money Records
It's warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain't
character, I ain't say I did it
Nigga, you got that yayo? (well cut some nigga)
Nigga, you let them K's go? (bust some nigga)
Oh, you duckin' them laws?
levels and I think, like
How Jay-Z took it to heights and
Made people be like, "Damn
Hip hop can take you this far!?"
I think you're taking that baton
hot thing and you're my hot thing
Word, somebody like a flick, it got surprisin' twists
I write the script, the main character, your thighs and hips
hot thing and you're my hot thing
Word, somebody like a flick, it got surprisin' twists
I write the script, the main character, your thighs and hips
and your man name hot
Hot
Hot
All I know is that money come
Niggas shooting like it was 21
I ain't talking bull
But I came from the horn
That shit
to hot to be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what you hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me
won't settle for less
You a hot boy, a rock boy
A fun toy, tote a glock boy
Where you live is it by yourself
Can I move wit' you do you need some help
enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
Check it baby
So ghetto like hot fries
I come from Melvin and resemble
Twenty-twenty with his
word up -- can't stop the murda like
Headrush headrush, get your shit right
And bounce wit the murda murda
Say what?
Jay-z-
Step it up
Jay-z and inc,
the block hot when
I bring out the stove
I like it fast, live lavish
I used to blow money
Then my nigga told me that slow be sho' money
Ima' beat the bock
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