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BoogieGotBandz - Hot (Remix) Lyrics



BoogieGotBandz - Hot (Remix) Lyrics




Yea man on gang bitch
Smoking good dope bitch
You know what the f*ck going on ha
We let them bullets fly up watch em float like a kite
My youngin so deadly he shoot you on sight
Free seven tre I just sent him a kite
He just told me that his ass just got in a fight
Free all my dogs on the block
New Draco I just took of the stock
You aint no boss if you aint took a loss
9 said he got one now we up on the score
Yea up on the score while ya sittin on benches
Y'all niggas bitches yall aint from the trenches
Dump yo ass in the water leave you with the fishes
No I aint playing and no I aint forgetting
But f*ck it now lets get back down to the business
O use to play round with the p's and the o's
Then I got told on by somebody close
But f*ck it I guess thats just how the game go
F*ck all the blogs and the bull shit I know that im hot
A young nigga going straight to the top
Jet speed these niggas are mustard
Hell nah they can't ketchup
Trap on the block I hop outta the Tesla
If you want yo bitch better go back to get her
Dropped her ass off I got tired of that naggin
Trynna hit a stain this lil bitch was distracting
Back to the spot now I scratching a flexing
If you wanna 8 better come by and get it
He said he gone rob that boy must be kidding
Step to my door bet yo ass gone get it
100 and 50's
Glaat gloat glat glatt
Yea man this that hot shit
AYE
Ha nah man
Free my nigga Ed bitch out that muf*cking cell hoe
We ain't playing we aint stopping shit til my nigga come home
Bitch we raising hell
Free caplot
Aye
September 21st bitch the tape
Aye
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Yea man on gang bitch
Smoking good dope bitch
You know what the f*ck going on ha
We let them bullets fly up watch em float like a kite
My youngin so deadly he shoot you on sight
Free seven tre I just sent him a kite
He just told me that his ass just got in a fight
Free all my dogs on the block
New Draco I just took of the stock
You aint no boss if you aint took a loss
9 said he got one now we up on the score
Yea up on the score while ya sittin on benches
Y'all niggas bitches yall aint from the trenches
Dump yo ass in the water leave you with the fishes
No I aint playing and no I aint forgetting
But f*ck it now lets get back down to the business
O use to play round with the p's and the o's
Then I got told on by somebody close
But f*ck it I guess thats just how the game go
F*ck all the blogs and the bull shit I know that im hot
A young nigga going straight to the top
Jet speed these niggas are mustard
Hell nah they can't ketchup
Trap on the block I hop outta the Tesla
If you want yo bitch better go back to get her
Dropped her ass off I got tired of that naggin
Trynna hit a stain this lil bitch was distracting
Back to the spot now I scratching a flexing
If you wanna 8 better come by and get it
He said he gone rob that boy must be kidding
Step to my door bet yo ass gone get it
100 and 50's
Glaat gloat glat glatt
Yea man this that hot shit
AYE
Ha nah man
Free my nigga Ed bitch out that muf*cking cell hoe
We ain't playing we aint stopping shit til my nigga come home
Bitch we raising hell
Free caplot
Aye
September 21st bitch the tape
Aye
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Writer: BARRETT BABER, DOUG JOHNSON, SCOTT SEAN WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Performed By: BoogieGotBandz
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: BARRETT BABER, DOUG JOHNSON, SCOTT SEAN WHITE

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