Who Hotter Than Me

Who hotter than me ahh ahh
Who hotter than me ahh ahh
Who hotter than me ahh ahh

Fuck 'ya nigga
I just want the bread from him
I get the head and leave him
I can never spread it for him
I'm dripping in my jewels
Paid straight cash for them
You bitches get the blues
If you come with any drama
Uhhhhh

I got a choppa in the back seat
Real gutta bitch
Might just shoot it out with the police
Slut that bitch nigga out then pass him back to the damn streets
Ahh
Ahh
Ahh
Ahh
I'm coming back for my title
You bitches think you rappers
But I'm your favorite idol
There ain't no competition when I'm placed in all positions
Got you bitch niggas sinning
For that pretty penny ahhh
And bitches giving up the pussy
Just to start from the beginning
So who's really winning
Ms. Dime for the killing
Ahh Ahh

Cuz who hotter than me
Who hotter than me
Who hotter than me ahh ahh
Who hotter than me ahh ahh
Who hotter than me
Who hotter than me
Who hotter than me
Ahh

Now don't start shit won't be shit
Niggas switching up like seasons
And bitches hate me for no reason
I'm a demon like Dean Win
Big fuck y'all I straight beat shit
Beat a bitch about my respect
Then go head run up a check

How you hating from the outside
It's Eastside or no side
On big hill shit
Hands up don't move
I'ma up this bitch
I don't play by the rules
Bitch step in my shoes
'Cuz I ain't in the mood

Who hotter than me ahh ahh
Who hotter than me ahh ahh
Who hotter than me ahh ahh
Who hotter than me
Who hotter than me
Who hotter than me
Bitch who hotter than me
Who hotter than me
Who hotter than me
Who hotter than me
Bitch who hotter than me



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Writer(s): Tajah White
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