I broke mama heart with no college
Hot like florida sand bitch
Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box
On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,
I'm falling from god and it's hot
Only real niggas stay on top
Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies
Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life
Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot
My bitches are wet my bitches are hot
And i just want to hold her
At bunker hill hot summer,
Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes
Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most
There must be a god
Get it hot in the pot
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