Lyrics

We the hot shit yeah They the gossip blog Who the topic yeah To the top this year Headed to the top On the top like yeah We the hot shit whoa Everybody stop drop then roll Everybody wanna pop shit yeah Are they ever gonna stop this no We the hot shit Everybody coming out of pocket Everybody gossip I would rather be the topic yeah We the hot shit whoa Everybody stop drop then roll Everybody wanna pop shit yeah Are they ever gonna stop this no Tell me who the hot shit Gotta be me I been all up in the lab locked in Stockton of the team The way I drop dimes for them boys It be like a damn slot machine Started out local Nobody gave a fuck Did all of the shows And the songs And I never got a buck Gave it a minute Everybody got in my business Looking for the golden ticket On how to go independent But it ain't no secret The proof in the pudding Now show me the money like Cuba Gooding Gimme the loot I do a set for the people Then get me back in the booth No rings but this shit is a mood Got everybody yelling Pack Cuz the boy never stop making moves Got everything in my bag And a lot to lose And when I Spit at you Bet it's the gospel truth And when I Get at you boy You chopped and screwed I guess you had to be there When there wasn't Nobody in the world Listening to me yeah I guess you had to be there We done came a long way I deserve to Feel a way about it Hot shit We the hot shit yeah They the gossip blog Who the topic yeah To the top this year Headed to the top On the top like yeah We the hot shit whoa Everybody stop drop then roll Everybody wanna pop shit yeah Are they ever gonna stop this no We the hot shit Everybody coming out of pocket Everybody gossip I would rather be the topic yeah We the hot shit whoa Everybody stop drop then roll Everybody wanna pop shit yeah Are they ever gonna stop this no
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