Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.
Would they mind? umm, well, of course not
Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes is it real or
But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door
Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
Cause i'm always served hot
Okay man you do the drop
Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop
I though i was red hot
Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life
It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies
I'll come swinging from a vine, shooting two pistols
Took her to the club bought her three more bottles
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