Lyrics:
Now Macheath spends just like a pimp, babe
Do you suppose that our boy, he did something rash?
Ah, old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darrin
They
money, In love with the Ganja, Biscotti it keep me in order
Smokin gas in the stu bitch it's hotter than hot you would think that we up in a Sauna
I'm
money, In love with the Ganja, Biscotti it keep me in order
Smokin gas in the stu bitch it's hotter than hot you would think that we up in a Sauna
I'm
Blazing furnace anh han anh
Seven times hotter than usual
Seven times hotter than usual
Seven times hotter than usual
Seven times hotter than usual
my money a lot longer
If blooding ain't right than I couldn't be a wronger
I'm a bad muthafucker, be very afraid
Boy this heat will give your ass
Mi Cocina for the Mambo Taxi, yeah it's fuego
Get it poppin' yeah you know I'm hotter than a Eggo
Feeling like a kick stand we leaning with the Faygo
It's hotter than them bitches sitting in the free clinic, nigga
You know what I'm sizzlin'?
It's time to get this party started right, baby.
Ah,
year after year
Before thirst can be quenched
By the rains that never seem to appear
Hotter and hotter every year
Grab a bucket and douse your head
have I been all my life
[Chorus]
I heard "What a Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong
It brought a tear to my eyes
After all these years I finally
like I'm Osama
I'm married to marijuana
Pull up on with the drama
A 30 that's in my llama
I just wanna get the commas
The Louis and all the Prada
Pull up
up space
Making obvious statements on the weather.
I'm hotter than a turkey in the oven,
Hotter than a bat being boiled by a coven,
Hotter than
Check, check, check, yo, we here M-I-S-S-O-U-R-I
For sure, we gon' hold that down for St. Louis no doubt
My nigga Kyjuan gon' kick this shit out
hotter than heat (yeah), I'm harder than streets (yeah, yeah)
Niggas know the truth, fuck a clue, bitch, I eat (on God)
Any nigga go against me, I'ma
the rock
Like Foden takin' a cross, I got cane by the box
I need that big bread, no french baguette
Run up in your yard like Darg where the treasure chest
with old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't nothin' wrong, so snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong
And I
around the way
Yo, hey nappy head
Yo, wassup?
What you got there?
Ha, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
Word?
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well
body
Yes cll over
Her body smoother
Than some Olive oil
How we gon pop off we hotter than all of y'all
Who got the Timmy?
No turner yeh right by
body
Yes cll over
Her body smoother
Than some Olive oil
How we gon pop off we hotter than all of y'all
Who got the Timmy?
No turner yeh right by
with old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't nothin' wrong, so snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong
And I
around the way
Yo, hey nappy head
Yo, wassup?
What you got there?
Ha, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
Word?
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well
and Jacob in the motherland
I'm Moses posin' against the king freein' his people
I'm Babylon tryna reach God by buildin' a steeple
I'm the strongest man
miss London and miss Fox and
That's when you gon' see
That lil mama steady hotter
Than the seven-fifty beamer
I see her, I want her, I like her, I need
a pig with a bucket full of truffles in a French cafe
Like Louis Armstrong playing trumpet on the judgment day
Like a flying boat captain with an amethyst
What i got
Boy i know u wish that you had it
Im to hot me and and shorty make this s*** a habbit
Oh my god
This to dope i swear they had to admit
Louis
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