Lyrics:
a week making G's.
Chorus: repeat 3X
The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (them nigga's is the)
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys
[Juvenile]
Nigga...what kinda
3
3
3
3X
How you gon dib
You don't even dabble
I'm bored with these words
Aint playing no Scrabble
Don't say it's my fault
Bitch I did what I had
you ejected
We're the collective that's sending a message
Yeah we're the collective that's sending an UGH!
[Verse 3: Mark Battles]
Look in the eyes
girl and my bodyguard bitch
Your main chick fascinated by my body art trick
10 times out of 10 she's a 10
In the Benz got twins in the Bentley
And I
pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Struck by lust in a telephone booth
busted by a cop, he said "That's uncool"
he said that he hears moaning and screeming
and look out for one another 3X
(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)
Keep it real on the street
, feeling alive, yeah
Ten out of ten, I know you down to ride, yeah
Always by my side, yeah
My baby, know I know had to hold you down for sure
You
picture perfect
I could have been anywhere by now,
But nowhere feels better than home
Yeah yeah yeah
If you don't know you should know right now
picture perfect
I could have been anywhere by now,
But nowhere feels better than home
Yeah yeah yeah
If you don't know you should know right now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
In interviews talkin' Plug talk
Got my name off of drug talk
(Ten toes solid, nigga, this what staying down get you)
(Ah,
out loud, yeah, yeah
Here come the dancers one by one
Your momma's callin' but you're having fun
You find you're dancin' on the number 9 cloud
Put
It's 3AM, I'm back for more, yeah
Just two of us
Show me what I'm waiting for
One by one, one by one
I saw, I with it
I took time, yeah, I
Click, click
Click, click
Yeah
Click, click
DTP nigga!
I started with ten mack tens
And ten clips and ten pens
Got ten times richer in
on the furniture
(Yeah him)
Buzzing by my burner phone
Cookies cover table cloths
Bottles just a day old
Psychs making me Deo
Spot a SRT in a XR spree
Sweat drench
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
a star, Like this kind'a exposure, solar
I'm explosive like a Super Nova
Just like a super nova, (yeah)
Just like a super nova, (yeah x3)
Just like
One, two, one, two, three
Come on baby
Oh oh oh
Well if you wanna see other guys
Baby, I could let it slide
You want a lover, you want
yeah
We just be mile high clubbin'
I'm on a thousand miles runnin'
Hit it, go downtown Sunday
Then move it uptown Monday
Don't wanna see you by
morram, um dia eu chego aí...
Um dia eu chego aí 3x
Me aguarde...
'Cause shawty right there is a ten (ayy), a ten (ayy)
Shawty you a ten (ayy), a ten (ayy)
Yeah, shawty you a ten (ayy), a ten (ayy)
Shawty, you a ten
so check it out
Chorus: Ryzarector
Yah, Here come the Gravediggaz -- repeat 3X
(Pray for your mommy)
Verse One: Grymreaper
Boom bit competition
to keep up (yeah, yeah)
In the car with my son (yeah)
Get killed by a punk (what? Bih)
I got a redhead (bih)
My vibe is tough (okay)
I done been
(yeah)
Must by my clone 'cause you ain't my son
And your bitch know I shine like one
Not number three, number two, I'm one
Never took a L, 'cause I won
Step
Step
Step by step
Step one, we can have lots of fun
Step two, there's so much we can do
Step three, it's just you and me
Step four, I can
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