Lyrics:
getting to
No matter how we amateur
you know we gon proceed
And by the way your the finest
The feeling that's within girl it's way more than rhymings
Kono
roads
Bubble hotter than Tabasco
More than what you bargained for or asked for
You never see happy, hungry people that ain't rational
They blasting
me up with that bong
Got more nuts than Armstrong
You just a tag along
Laying at night thinking that I'm better
It's getting cold its Sweater Weather
spends like a pimp babe
Do you suppose that our boy, he's did something rash
Ah, old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darrin
They did this song nice,
We been praying for
Minute yeah of cause
Still around old dogs
We cousin more than
Besties or all dee sissies
Best believe we in this
For that Visa,
spends like a pimp babe
Do you suppose that our boy, he's did something rash
Ah, old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darrin
They did this song nice,
the white Spike Lee
Keep them Jordan's by me
I done moved it all on 55
What you mean
That's St. Louis and Memphis
And I'm right there in between
Cape
Jigga
It's hotter than soup that other nigga
Boston
Dirty Rotten
Scoundrel
Bootleg productions
All day
No club songs
Nigga, you know who the sexy beast is
I can do it for you
This time don't pity me just tell
Me what you saying to me
Ay, ay, ay be my one night lover
I'ma get you hotter than a one night
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
wanna,
I'm a star sun, blazing hotter than the summer,
And my bars way harder,
Then these wannabe rappers
With ghost writers,
I don't mean to boast,
But
Cool me down, I'm feeling so exotic
Ya right now, I'm hotter than the tropics
Take me there (Mr. Worldwide)
Mumbai Cuba baby let's go (Priyanka)
don’t want no bodies
I will meet you in the lobby
I got a bad mommy beside me
And she hotter than Wasabi
To my hood I’m just like Ghandi
I will fold you
to a broad
She follow me in Gucci and I taught her how to ball
Three pair of shoes, four shirts, six rags
The chick said, dag, that's more than my bag
Shawty,
from, yeah
Is a darker side of me that makes you feel so numb
'Cause we're hot like hell
Does it burn when I'm not there?
When you're by yourself
Am I
the ghetto bird"
Now
My homey's here to lick on a trick for a Rolex
And let me try the four next
Now the four I was driving was hotter than july
Shorty hotter than a heat wave
Her loving's like a heat wave (Heat wave)
Shorty hotter than a heat wave
Her body's like a heat wave (Heat wave)
Now
Keep well keep well witches flying by tryna come up with some spells
My words cut deep like a sword see your wound deeper than a wishing well
I wish em
than the summer time
Hotter than the barrel on my 9
Throw you on that bed the only time I drop a dime
Girl you hotter than the summer time
Hotter than
Hotter than a piece of American pie
Boy, that girl was hot
She took me back to here place
With a smile on her face
She led to a shack out by the rocks
is perfect
There's a new flame in me and it's burning
And it's hotter than a car bonnet
Hotter than scotch bonnets
Hotter than fast comets
Hotter than
to tease me
Louis Armstrong was singing on
That long ride home
You said What a wonderful world to live in
(Yes, indeed)
(Sure is)
Grandpa stopped by, to me
green got yolla
Got purple by the pound haze
Fluffy like your sofa
That's how we move it
Like it ain't nothing to it
Get the work bust it down
And run
sleeve
In the Louis like Armstrong
Don’t worry about me
[Verse 2]
Stoppin at red lights
I can’t do that
Pull up in the Bat-Mobile
They like who that
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