Lyrics:
count big face and straight laces by the hundreds
Ragtops and big blocks, gettin the money
Sippin X-O Hen, and I get it for the 1-10
In
like me
And you like when I tease it
Girl my tongue
Getting wet I think of it
Girl you got me
Got me right up where you want
Girl so hot
Gonna need
Wet sheets, hot trips
I got receipts
Dirty laundry on dark streets
I pick you up piece by piece
No evidence, I clean your office
When I drop that
real wet if you know what I mean
What you say baby?
(And she said)
Take me now
I'm hungry for your loving
(And she said)
Show me how
You got me
a scene
Get real wet if you know what I mean
What you say baby?
(And she said)
Take me now
I'm hungry for your loving
(And she said)
Show me how
Before this Bleek shit, a nigga couldn't eat and shit
I sold drugs, fascinated by this sneaker shit
On hot days I found ways to clock pay
Had yellow tops
lets ride nigga
we gettin high realize they all die nigga
them Hot Boys started ridin
{B.G.}
we gonna fire nigga wet em real good
tryin' to shake the water and wake the gator
But I`ma pass the mic like a hot potato
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
(1 - 2 - 3- 4)
[Treach]
You
damn beautiful
Hush baby don‘t say a word
I‘m already going bad shit crazy
You‘re so hot it‘s gettin wet'n'hazy
You rushed baby right through my world
Break it down to the town
(bring it down to the town)
Got me sittin' at the table
Got the fan on us, hot
Sittin' by the stove turnin' grams into rocks
It's like Romeo and Juliet
Hot sex on a platta just to get you wet
You's about to get in somthin' you will never regret
And it's gonna be
I told 'em that I kissed you
But you clean as a whistle Wet as a tissue in the toilet
Love to hit that spot get you hot like I boil it
Even let ol'
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
or some R&B shit and fire ten
With Mya in it, gettin head from the way the tires spin
My whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spin
You just a cub nigga,
the plate to the face, boy, are they high
Give a fuck about your rules, you don't tell me what to play by
38 special, no salad, hot potato, on it
This track
and uh, you know, it was hard. I was, you know, I'm 112 years old. So I was living with her and I said I gotta you know, I gotta I gotta fess up. I gotta
Out all day
Hands wet on the wheel
Stole my love
Stole my zeal
Out all night
I'm home by four
Well lick my wounds
Back for more
Hot blooded dreams
Yeah, ahah ahah
Come on
Boom
I want you down there
Stay there face down
I'm up here so high we're high
Floating in cloud9
With airplanes flying by
Rolling down the road
Going no where
Guitar packed in the trunk
Somewhere round mile marker 112
Papa started hummin' the funk
I gotta jones in my
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
baby, you so hot
I’m all over your body (Wooo wooo woo)
I gut you so wet
I’m lost in your love (Wooo wooo woo)
You play me like strings
You fucking my
Come and stay high with the rhythm I got
Take a shot and drive by with a sinister plot
I'm the one whose flow fly with the engine all hot
Fly with
The freeway gettin' chased by some bad bitches
Wantin' autograph pictures (ooh)
They want my name tattooed on 'em
Thinkin' for a minute, hit that ass make
The freeway gettin' chased by some bad bitches
Wantin' autograph pictures (ooh)
They want my name tattooed on 'em
Thinkin' for a minute, hit that ass make
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