Lyrics:
I'm doing her
Fuck drinking lean
I'm smoking herb
The block will get hot
And they'll watch from the curb
Chicago that life
And at knight it get worse
the group shot (Group shot)
Now a motherfucker sound like he too hot (Too hot)
I catch a groove cuz I'm really on the move now
How, did we get it locked
I'm
a minute she wondered about the chance she gets to wild wit me
I'm ridin' with her and she had an enormous fart box
So we pulled over and I fucked it doggy
that shit is not a like
Shit is trife, get it right but there's some good that's by
Ain't no love, swear a fire starts when wood is dry
Demons stop
“She Got It”
By: Dread Hop King
Hook:
She Got it, Got it, Got it
Aye She Got it
She Got it, Got it, Got it
Ohh she Pop it,
She Pop it, Pop it, Pop
get for thinking and eventually
Found that's what you get for stinking
Blowing up the spot when you rot
Plus if it gets hot they know you dead
Four
get for thinking and eventually
Found that's what you get for stinking
Blowing up the spot when you rot
Plus if it gets hot they know you dead
Four
real life hot
Homie, get your weight up
Fake niggas get sprayed up
My verbal AK slay faggots
And I don't mean no disrespect
Whenever I say faggot,
I’m waving white
I guess I’m down let’s take it from tonight
Maybe all I wanna do is (You)
Baby all I’m trynna get is (You)
Lady all I think about is
hot outside
You on my mind, while I'm on my grind, she gave me peace of mind
I'm bout my bag, made it out the mud you ain't in my class
I did the dash,
Every time you been back, you never wanted my shit
But it's hot now
I can make a real song with a drop now
Hop round, tell that girl to calm down
I don't
ain't talking bout nun
Play his ass like it's hot cross buns
I'm not even close to done
You think I'm finished, we just begun
East cost baby, you know
be dyin to make
Think you're hot nigga yeah right
Hot in the ass fuck around
Get shot in the ass
It's all you you can hate if you want
Beatnuts keep
Fake buckin' if you want, you gon' get stampped up
You gon' get these 10 1/2's all in yo face
You could take it outside look it's gon be a case
You get
why them guys lie to you
Tryna be coo been doin it since the age 2
Young boy hot right now, can't touch the pot dude
Hot wax for the track
Plug ya
rise to the top we so hot
Covered in stench we get stopped by the cops
Cover our mic with a stinky old sock
Ha
It's just part of the job
Makin new waves
a nigga rhyme it's like we get our bus' on
I used to ride a dollar van and really get my bus on
Yo, from South Don to El Segundo
All my niggas getting
the cases and not by the packs
Because I knock so many boots I have to keep ?em in stacks
Now the fellas they get jealous, the ladies they get hot
Because
doing the shit to hurt me
Wifey cheated after I did done skeeted
My life is a Red Hot Chilli Pepper I eat it
Like I'm Anthony Kiedis, I'm heated
So,
doing the shit to hurt me
Wifey cheated after I did done skeeted
My life is a red hot chilli pepper I eat it
Like I'm anthony kiedis, I'm heated
So,
the heat down
You label me coldblooded
You want to warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded
You can't cut it
You wack, but it's, no use your mouth shut
you're buildin' a home
Hustler kill on his momma, before he short me
Shoot him in his heart then go take it to heart, see gon' mobme(?)
Ghetto red hot
Now it's day I've been trying
To get that taste off my tongue
I was dreaming of just you
Now our cereal, it is warm
The track dead in a rubble
Niggas try to jump you gotta stay with the lama
Suckers shit niggas get shot over some nah nah
If niggas want problems I'm sayin' it's no problem
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