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Hot nigga came through on some hot shit Wet'em up now its hot 'onna block bitch Niggas all talk know they ain't got shit Free Drill fuck Zieno... opp bitch If I want it all I gotta do is cop shit That don't mean I'm gon' buy might rob shit Book smart top pick for the topic That don't mean i wanna fuck just top bitch Already ahead I'm leave'em dead Fuck what you said Left you on read Put you to sleep Put you to bed Now that's the end of the story I'm right at they neck But don't break a sweat Tatts on my arms I got no regrets I am dog I do not play fetch bitch Now catch bitch Bullets hot make him dance I throw money she gon' dance I'm a hot boy in my stance Hot pockets hella' bands Bullets hot make him dance I throw money she gon' dance I'm a hot boy in my stance Hot pockets hella' bands Bullets hot make him dance I throw money she gon' dance I'm a hot boy in my stance Hot pockets hella' bands Bullets hot make him dance I throw money she gon' dance I'm a hot boy in my stance Hot pockets hella' bands Bitch I'm doing donuts I'm like troll us They can't hold us, uh They say, "Here's our number phone us" I just text I do not call shawty don't blow my phone up
Writer(s): Derrick Craig Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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