Lyrics:
shadow cock
Fuck hot, fuck hot, but you never run
Sweat a drop inna your eye you seh it a bun
Baby me love you, doh move me a cum (ahhh)
See da house
Bitch I do it to the def (Jam)
Like that nigga Rick who (Damn)
Like a nigga rick Ru-Bun
Like a nigga rick Rue (Yup)
Like a nigga rick Ru-Bun
Like
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Baby I been low (Yeah)
Turn you get tossed (Get tossed)
Don't try to triple cross me, no
Quadruple up on the guap (Guap)
no controlla
Game over
Game over
Too hot cant approach her
You’d Feel the heat of da sun cah she’ll bun ya
I’m Loco She Loca
Even when not
put on the melody
These niggas be talkin' to niggas, be scared of me
My homies cross me
I'm going out like Melody
The streets too hot, ay, ay
times, we were non-stop
Laptops and a fake watch
Little cross-cross, little hot sauce
Now it's time to be the big boss
Can't get enough of this music
Drop
war wounds on me
Cinnamon bun but it's not sweet come eat
I had that nigga on his knees praying for some help
Tears running down his cheeks 40 to his
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",
coochie
Bitch, its hot
Bitch, the sun out
Bitch, no time to be bringing ya sons out
Bitch, it's buns out
Y'all finna see all this ass today
Cause I'm
face
[Bun B]
You can go anywhere cross the U.S.
From north to the south, east mid to the west
Walk up in the hardest hood, ask a nigga 'bout me
(rept.4) inna spirit (rept.2) praise the lord (rept.2)
Chorus
We bun bad mind for we hypocrites can't stay Yuh too bad mind (rept.3)
So we draw our line
Fyah bun all evil doings (Rest in peace)
Fyah bun anything, weh nuh promote good over evil (All mi fallen comrades)
(Junior let mi hear one more
Came Up on Bun And Pimp So I can't be a simp
Told my Niggas when I get on every night is Steak and shrimp
Momma told me get the funds my son
Got guns like a patriot I'm plotting on a billacheck
buns like I'm bakery I'm plotting on her silouhette
Heading to the sky I ain't reach my ceiling
Got paid, I'm thumbin' through the huns (Cash)
Left honey on her buns
She stuck, stop beggin' for a son (Stop it)
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum
Big man, he tote big
under me Guinness and me sensei
Di Marijuana you know me bun it plenty
Hustle Hard
So me Pocket never empty
Give thanks for blessings
It a shower it
hard
Kush man a bun medz mad, henny
Make me feel mental, polo light up
Another king kong let we fly go a
Space, ah nuh signal can't reach we
Dawg where
hoos when we was on lock
Fuzzy richy 4life you lose
Current events
I'm hot news the latest buzz
Who be that? That be fuzz!
Rising all the way to the tip
Some girls are cute, some girls are not
When it comes to you, I'm hot to trot
I've got a feeling tonight we
Will cross that finish line
I'm hot
hot for me, drop that
Oh (oh) down with the shit
King shit, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
Oh (oh) down with the shit
This, that, pop this
fly her 'cross the country
I finish the show and I hop in it
I got me a milli', I did it legit-ly
I'm still with the shits, I'm a hot nigga (I'm hot
Do you love me
Do you love me not
Why you cappin
When you know
This motherfucker hot
Is I'm wack
Well I can see it
Make ya hips rock
Don't stop
Wop
.jpg/300px-Hot_Hot_Heat_(1659559709).jpg "Hot Hot Heat")
.jpg/300px-Bun_B_(2013).jpg "Bun B")
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