Snupegee - Hot Lyrics

Boy I'm hot better get you a oven mit
Gimme that fye yeen clutchin shit
Took yo bitch to my crib she ain't touching shit
Cook me steak roll a wood and we f*cking bitch

Yo hoe know my words, she love my shit
Why yo man wanna act like he tough and shit
Got his chest all poked out like he buff and shit
Knock the wind out his ass now he struggling

Sosa sent me a pack I was with my shawty
Skyler stay on my hip like a f*cking 40
Please don't try to play stupid I go retarded
Get yo granny to suck while yo ma record it

Keep that shit in the fam and don't tell nobody
If he creep on my block we gone catch a body
Cop a fit at the mall with a f*cking hottie
Pillow talking done set you up with a thottie

I ball like Jordan don't need a Scotty
Put his head on the grown he don't need a noggin

If I f*ck on yo friend can you keep it silent
Cause I got a old lady and she be wildin
I'm drivin her car runnin up the mileage
It's the reaper I'm fly like a f*ckin pilot
Free tsavage my brother I'm staying solid
She be sexting my phone, like I was Collin

Boy I'm hot better get you a oven mit
Gimme that fye yeen clutchin shit
Took yo bitch to my crib she ain't touching shit
Cook me steak roll a wood and we f*cking bitch

Yo hoe know my words, she love my shit
Why yo man wanna act like he tough and shit
Got his chest all poked out like he buff and shit
Knock the wind out his ass now he struggling

I done got in my bag my element
Pull my dick out she call me a elephant
2 fa 10 you know I been sellin it
And I been f*cked yo hoe she ain't celibate

SnupeGee stay in yo mouth like a peppermint
Try to reach for my chain and I'm wetting shit
Beat yo ass in 2k and we betting shit
And yo bitch say the reaper up next and shit

Got a show in 2 hours I'm sippin too
If you bitch ask for tickets she leaving you
Nigga act like they jewelry some bulletproof
Got a hoe with a knife and she cutting too

And the yoppa got tits no Betty boop
If you play with the gang they gone Bury you
Put them birds on yo head I'll Larry you
I'm in love w the money can't marry you

High as f*ck like I came on a parachute
I'm trynna take off like a f*cking coupe
It's the Reaper they say I'm the f*cking truth
Catch a body each time I walk in the booth
Catch a flick with yo bitch when I'm in the mood
In my bag yeah im turnt in my f*cking groove
Got the juice a qb high school
You a jit we a bring you a high stool

Boy I'm hot better get you a oven mit
B gimme that fye yeen clutchin shit
Took yo bitch to my crib she ain't touching shit
Cook me steak roll a wood and we f*cking bitch

Yo hoe know my words, she love my shit
Why yo man wanna act like he tough and shit
Got his chest all poked out like he buff and shit
Knock the wind out his ass now he struggling