Lyrics:
like Aladdin
100 degrees this shit hot hot hot
I told her chill I been gone for too long
I don't want no pressure I only want drama
Only women I trust
uh-huh)
So the only thing left now is God for these cats (it's going the fuck down now)
And B.I.G. you know you too hard for these cats
I'm a win cause
uh-huh)
So the only thing left now is God for these cats (it's going the fuck down now)
And B.I.G. you know you too hard for these cats
I'm a win cause
be's
If anything missin' get a hole in your knees
Freeze
I might talk low but I don't stutter
Hot ones go right through like butter
If you feel like
could never fight
Cuz every time I stare into your eyes I lose my sense of sight
Blinded by lust infatuation got me locked tight
Passion so hot hotter
Flashback How'd they doubt the kid
All homeruns I ain't bout the base hits
All gold watch give my wrist a face lift
Brick by brick never stop I'm
later
Had a baby by my nigga Paris
I know he's embarrassed
Cuz oh she was a Hoe and women be poking holes
And niggas be wifing hoes but I balanced
begin
But let's not forget these chiks got baggage
At least one gotta a nigga that won't be happy
Well nigga I'm scrappy and all my niggas strappy
Yo
you want more of me
Every night is where we be
Every night so bomb
Like it's always the first night
Every moment feeling strong
Gotta catch the morning
know and don’t be selling her a dream
Cause we grown and ain’t no point of leading women by a string
When it’s plenty who ain’t looking for commitment,
playing hot potato?
And if y'all boys was some ball players
Y'all be all star haters watching from the bench, that must be hard labor
Here I rock the cradle
in
I bet niggas be fighting over you
Ten out of ten
10.5 followers on instagrams
Tik Tok going crazy
They paying you
Type of of women
Wanna take
I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
They going click click blow, blow click click blow,
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click
burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred
He wears the same hat and sweater every single day
And even if it's hot outside, he wears it anyway
He's
of like hot corn
Bye don (by dawn) , your block gone
A quarter mill to rock on
Heated seats i'm warm
I'm strong, rap don, icon, slash pipe bomb
To get my
the garden, we get rid of you
(Bobby you be on that bullshit) ALL THE TIME
(With them big words and shit) I FREE Y'ALL NIGGAZ MINDS
(What
[Intro]
Growing up with normal tv
Back by the standpipe fete was heavy
Nowadays you could never see me
Chilling in the cave cause we making money
the basket
Ain't no limit
We winning
Baby
I get there faster
Big house in them
Hills
That's where you chill
In the spot with
A couple of bitches
Gotta be real
up in they
Head by they momma
Oh yeah, Ima tell it like it is
I seen where ya been in
These fools talkin' about how they
Be passin' around women
But
to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss player
Thug, branded to be a women-layer
So many player haters, imitators steady swanging
Make me wanna start back
to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss player
Thug, branded to be a women-layer
So many player haters, imitators steady swanging
Make me wanna start back
to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss player
Thug, branded to be a women-layer
So many player haters, imitators steady swanging
Make me wanna start back
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
Niggas still ain't fuckin' with Hollywood Court
'Cause they fuckin' wit' ya boi like the Hollywood dough
Everything big, no comin' up short
Jack
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