Hot Hot

Wild'n Out
Nick Cannon shit
Hope he don't come dissing
That hoe tucked under my flannel bitch
Hot
Shit I'm hot hot
I can probably tan yo bitch
Thot
She a thot thot
I ain't bout to hand her shit
Hope they understand the shit
Working on a Sunday
Making sure that hoe secured
Ion fuck wit niggas
Cuz my energy too pure
Sick
Bitch I'm sick sick
I can't find the cure
Thick
Get yo bitch hit
Hope that pussy pure

They can't understand a nigga
Told to them folks to fan a nigga
Wood all on this handle nigga
Lil bro finna handle niggas
Tryna fuck a op hoe
Had to tell that bitch to handle business
Ass sit up so nice
I thought she ate her food at granny kitchen
Switch up my flow
Just for that Rolls
I need that double R
Play wit yo nose
You got exposed
That's how that trouble start
Bitch ain't no rapper
But just asked me for a couple bars
This shit ain't right
I know her angles
But I love her arch
Who them niggas
Who had told you they want beef wit us
Thuggin' on out on Gower
For some hours with that heater tucked
Look out yo side eye on that ra-ra
Boy you green as fuck
Taking on yo hoes
Nut on yo clothes
And make her clean it up
I'm on that timing
Disrespect done backfired
In 60 I can send a couple 60s
In exact timing
Runts in a vacuum seal
She like it cuz the pack shiny
Niggas working for me
I'm just glad to hear the staff riding
Nigga

Wild'n Out
Nick Cannon shit
Hope he don't come dissing
That hoe tucked under my flannel bitch
Hot
Shit I'm hot hot
I can probably tan yo bitch
Thot
She a thot thot
I ain't bout to hand her shit
Hope they understand the shit
Working on a Sunday
Making sure that hoe secured
Ion fuck wit niggas
Cuz my energy too pure
Sick
Bitch I'm sick sick
I can't find the cure
Thick
Get yo bitch hit
Hope that pussy pure

Hoping that you steppin wit me
Pipes can bust wit pressure nigga
You put niggas on a shirt
And now you gotta wear it nigga
Had to put my brothers on
I can't be no selfish nigga
Tv shit
I'm Raven Symone
How I can tell a vision (television)
How you got motion and you never made no moves shorty
Ion got motion shit I only got the tool shorty
You swear you active you don't got no shit to prove shorty
I could react but I don't know what it's gone do for me
I just know, them bases loaded
Might just crack a eight and pour it
Fuck a lamb lil JQ goated
To my niggas JQ golden
I got bitches they some stoners
I got pills all color coded
I got niggas that's some loners
Putting poles up like we votin'
I think I'm hot
I know I'm fucking with the temperature
Fell on my ass but kept it stronger then the indica
Damn
I know they plotting on me giving up
But I'm like O-Dog in the 90s
Ion give a fuck



Credits
Writer(s): Jacquarius Latimer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link