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Key Glock - Hot (Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Key Glock
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Jabz
Jabz
Producer

Lyrics

Hey Hey I know I'm hot And you not, hah All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock Mister pull up let it pop, mister don't play 'bout his guap And ever since a tot I been playin' 'round with them blocks Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht Pipe down lil nigga, you ain't hot I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot Very large amounts, yeah you know what I'm about No we don't play around, get 'em in and get 'em out Goddamn all this water got me drowning VVS's, forty thousand my medallion I been fly bitch, I don't need no pilot Every time I'm Gucci'd down, I be styling Racks for my shirt, belt, and shoes, I'm fresher than you Just pulled up in the coupe, had the kids like ooh No I don't wear no Trues, but my pockets on Buddha My chopper got a cooler, pull up, we bust your medula Goddamn Lil Glock, you too hot How you rack your bands and get another drop? How you put all of them diamonds in your watch? Why the fuck you go and get another charm? All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock Mister pull up let it pop, mister don't play 'bout his guap And ever since a tot I been playin' 'round with them blocks Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht Pipe down lil nigga, you ain't hot I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot Very large amounts, yeah you know what I'm about No we don't play around, get 'em in and get 'em out Same young nigga riding 'round with them rounds You just the same nigga riding 'round talking down Naw we don't play around, turn your smile into a frown Make my niggas clear the crowd Run in when them guns sound (gang shit) Ah shit, breaking news, he got hit with the tool They came up on the block and then they popped him and got loose They came up on the block and then they sweeped it like a broom I came up off the block then turned all my rocks into jewels, bitch All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock Mister pull up let it pop, mister don't play 'bout his guap And ever since a tot I been playin' 'round with them blocks Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht Pipe down lil nigga, you ain't hot I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot Very large amounts, yeah you know what I'm about No we don't play around, get 'em in and get 'em out
Writer(s): Samuel Buonaugurio, Tyler Ochs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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