Lyrics:
your star, cause nigga my piece attracting your car
We got too much green, and that's real by far
[Hook - 2x]
haters, can kiss our ass
[Lil Flip]
Too much money is what I got, like Scarface I rap a lot
S-Type Jag straight off the lot, believe me dog I'm really hot
insuring they car
Attracting your star, cause nigga my piece attracting your car
We got too much green, and that's real by far
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
haters, can kiss our ass
[Lil Flip]
Too much money is what I got, like Scarface I rap a lot
S-Type Jag straight off the lot, believe me dog I'm really hot
haters, can kiss our ass
[Lil Flip]
Too much money is what I got, like Scarface I rap a lot
S-Type Jag straight off the lot, believe me dog I'm really hot
insuring they car
Attracting your star, cause nigga my piece attracting your car
We got too much green, and that's real by far
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Yeah.
Chicki chicki chicki chicki chicki choc
Aayi aayi aayi
Is Bustarkay you know
Always hot like is hot you know you
of the same, so damn it's a shame
That I got so short to remain right by you
And I know you know it, so I won't remind you
Too many words to a page that you
a heat wave too
Got my SnapBack and my vest on
Looking at the hot girl with the red dress on
Light skin with a beautiful body like Kim
So I had to get my
bucks
See the scales round my waist, that's a cooobra
Way to, shiny, too too Timey, hands get froooze up
Yea, She call me by name
An numbers don't lie in
Benz, Lamborghini, Rover fouls
Red, blue, green like the average frog
Don't be mad at dog, Ferrari out the catalog
Bracelet switched to Bangles,
It's a slow motion night
In the hot city lights
Past time when the good folks
Are snoring in bed
On a loose-jointed cruise
To recolor your
Left unlocked
She said I've thought it too
And into my arms
I've been down on my luck
By the blood red trees
I could see her calling
I liked you
Left unlocked
She said I've thought it too
And into my arms
I've been down on my luck
By the blood red trees
I could see her calling
I liked you
myself in a room full of niggas
Focused on hittin stains and gettin' bitches
I don't speak, I'm silent as a mouse by my own house
With a bit
hot, he not gon' miss
Tryna but they own block in the blunt
Bad intentions when cockin' this pump
Leave him red top like he honorin' Trump
Killers
You're hot for God
But we all got a hunch that
Maybe you've gone astray
Control yourself, but it's so hard
When you can look so good on Sunday
I know
know by living
In the neighborhood familiar
With those sounds we knew it was gunshots
So automatically you know we started
Taking cover because we
Didn't
five stones and bring a nigga back a hundred
Gotta see my feet dude, you do shit a fiend do
The fire get too hot in the kitchen, I hit the streets fool
Bush, when I flip the war play
Fuck the horse play, hot sex in hallways
Pick your spot now, got you hot now
Since you locked down, roof put the top down
I
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot
of mine and as I walked thru the grave yard
I noticed this man kneeling down by the grave of a child
And in his hand he held a big red rose and tears were
the wave
We on a mission it's way too easy
See opportunity I know imma seize it
Tell me what it is and what I'm going be bringing
Straight fire never die,
When im too hot in the motion
Speed boat dragging water
Tugging in the ocean
I see crazy things all in sight
I wonder if the doctors test it right
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