Lyrics:
smoke so don't worry if I'm coughing
I might slide come outside when I pull up
Tight hug angels cry when our lips touch
Hot shower fresh out need to stay
to be dry
'cause after the stronger man supply
But in the drought season it`s too hard to get by
Niggaz be runnin` off with D gafflin muthafuckas,
handle it
Say you don't wanna define we aint gotta brand it
Nothing too outlandish
I don't wanna brandish or be bravado
But you the smooth harmony to my
the drought season it's too hard to get by
Niggas be runnin' off with D gafflin' muthafuckas, startin' at chances
'Cause a nigga's mail ain't to muthafuckin'
by the way that you follow me
Don't be too shy if you come up clean
If ya wanna get me out of that solo scene
So now I hear that I'm in your dreams
Look, I bet them boys think I'm panicking
Itching to see how I handle it
When snakes start rattling, calm
I can show you about harm
Put blades in
solid
It's all roll-ed, let's get this green like its call-ed
I floss a lot black and get to Boston I'm hot
Acting like I won't bring the black Porsche
too hot to handle
So I got to get up and go
It's a cruel, (cruel), cruel summer
(Leaving me) leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel, (it's
Smoking allergy cuz my blunt is so swollen
Tell me who the best at really spitting that spoken,
Shit too hot my microphone smoldering
Pass it off to Craig
eyes speak
Your walk is rhythm in motion, hum
You're too hot to handle
You're full of emotion, girl
My pride's weak
I can tell I'm standing in
tup (come on)
Remix
Uh
Yeah
Now Missy she too much for me (I'm freaky)
Took me to to the crib, man, she told me (eat me)
Now my babymama told
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
your clique is squad cars
Niggas need to get Crown Vic'ed these days
Stop kicking it, you couldn't fit in my old socks
Let alone my shoes
I'm not
Yeah it's pretty cool
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lyin'
'bout been sponsored by a condom packet
It's safe to say your career's
pass me a jar
Cause these cats done went too far
Yeah one phone call send two cars
And I still get searched by security guards (that's right)
I guess
tha body.
An' Dre, ya days comin' too cuz I got a team of misfits thats quiet
an' handle they business, Cause....
IM SHOOTIN'...at all yall niggas,
an'
controlled by the trigger
Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga
So if niggas want to bite the sound like Tyson
Deck him in the left eye,
God bless now they talkin bout layin me down
Now they on about shovels in the weight of the ground
What now?
Preachin on the way that they handle thing
call em
Gets hot when I send 'em
On a new level like niggas in Harlem
Got twists like a handle
I'm too much to handle
Was raised in the shade
But stayed
Real shit that hurts
Lucky that with you girl because I hit that first
Too lit hot damn
Had to make moves and get off my plan
Need less friends more fans
a clown try to blast at me
Don't compare to me
If I catch you lying through 'em then you might go and lose your teeth
You can't handle heat, Ima hot head
sharks
Boy I grew up by the lake
43rd that's right off state
We was out here on the trey
I went to hell n back
Twenty-three & one and three hot treys
Now
let's rip up the floor like confetti
cause we'ed never fess or front
when it's time to get hyped on the mic or on a fly dance tip
paid to entertain ya
pouring shit hot one drop
And blow your spot
Do you think you can beat me
You counterfeit, and you can't handle the way
Now you want to drop a remix,
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