The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop
Im so cold but my rhymes are red hot
Hot time homey im loose off any printer
The game's a bitch, ooh we got her
Test me fool i leave you #threes with #ease im hot three hundred degrees
But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze
So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy
Hot frees like ''mach ten'' /stop these not me so stop friend/ cuase im so fly
My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got
Off my rocker so im not to hot but ill chew you up, leave you to rot
No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano
Thought, im underground and hot call me the magma
Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop
Lemme tell you why they hating, cause im fucking hot
Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.
He say, she say, oh my god
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