Lyrics:
who? (Mafia)
Them hot boys are on the clock, I'm with it
Hot like the swine up out my mama's skillet
Hot like the sauna sealed with cocked and locked
park 2Pac off of ""Juice""
Plus I got Memphis blood don't knock the blue suede shoes
I got that Memphis plug to drop on you, say who? (Mafia)
Them hot
and we'll all riding
Sange, and fange in this game, but it's true
Be sure that you'll respecting the power, and that's you
Never forget the neighborhood
a hater, hatin ain't where it's at
My finger where the seven and a half karats at
You ain't even gotta wonder what the women starin at
They ready
drama that's why it starts with ER
(I'm Hot) I'm by far the best stop the racket
I'm a master with a mic and green jacket
They can be the traffic write
(b.g.)
Uh huh,
a big pay day…
V9 Woman 2
Fanny and Sarah got a win, especially when the women of the lower east side joined in.
And then, there
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
i like all my women thicky and clatchet who twerk it like Megan Thee Stallion (Megan)
And I’m like, ooo, girl you thick (Oh so thick)
But don’t u be
I ain't got time for no women
Only got time for the dividends
Tryna make it big off the pad and pen
No I cannot be an average man
Tryna live my life
get blessed
Life could be so tricky
I feel life is like a test
YEA I'M HOT
YEA I'M HOT
YEA I'M HOT
YEA I'M HOT
YEA I'M HOT
YEA I'M HOT
YEA I'M HOT
YEA
Man Weezy's a legend (yeah)
You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what's in a bezel
And he be on a level that's so terrific
I'm in
lookin' to the city
Taxi dancers and big time spenders
She's been groovin'
Red hot mama was gettin' down
Scoping the places where fun to be found
She
that nigga talk that talk cause I ain't scared to face shit
Did this shit all by himself that shit don't even make sense
Hot boy, hot boy, I can hear
She just want a hood nigga with some good credit
Block still hot but I don't sweat it
How you call shots but got no merits
Niggas Big Queens, but
pretty good
But it could get better than this
Bill Mance and Hank Parker floated by in a boat
And volunteered to be our fishin' guides
And Richard
silently run by the mayor, silently run by his uncle, silently run by his whore of a wife, silently run by desire, silently run by that big fucking sign
got gats
I got women on my back
I got stacks, I got racks
Man, my pockets stay fat
I got stacks, I got weed
I got whatever you need
I got women by
with the purr on it
We drop it like its hot
We Big Tymers we spit game
Nigga we ain't rhymers
We drop it like its hot
We drop it like its hot
I put
everything operates by computers
Then what happens when circuit breaks?
Y2k's the big scare
Scientists say we ain't prepared
What I feel is contrare
for her nigga
Lemme come thorugh, hit the stash, and walk up by the nigga
I can't see no other bitch for the B.G.
But a hot girl fo sho call her
the story . . .
The inventor of the modern foundation garment
that we women wear today was a German scientist
and opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling!
little ta ta's bleached yep
Squirt on her white towel or shirt on her
Dome shots a hot comb let's try out a perm on em
Big worm or Don King you nah mean
us
And they ain't really shit to discuss
All that shit you be spittin', it's us
Step to you with the steel out
Juju ain't the type of cat you want
family through school
Cause she's a real tough mama when she wear's women's clothes
Everybody knows she she's got a bone through her nose
She's really hot
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