Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hot Mess, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 28.04.2008
Song language: English
Hot Mess |
| Did the s 1 w, proffesor Griff |
| Let it slide, nope |
| I’m at home (never) plate with the catcher’s mitt |
| There go Cam braggin (braggin) |
| Nana mad (Why) cause my pants saggin |
| All she said is |
| Uhm you’se a hot mess uhm |
| I tell her eyeball |
| Baby look at my walls (plaques) |
| Shop on the ground |
| I get it out the skymall (G-fizzle) |
| It’s young cnn, nbc, cbs, (what else) |
| Tnt, hbo, showtime, cbs (paparazzi) |
| See the borought G5 |
| Yes sir G.P.S. |
| (that's why I land) |
| One diamond, 100 carats yes sir v.b.s. |
| When I got dressed |
| Rather when I got fresh |
| Pants sag, gun on nana said |
| You’se a hot mess |
| You’se a hot mess (I'm a hot mess) |
| Uhm, you’se a hot mess (you actin like I’m the only one with 50 thousand in |
| they socks) |
| Uhm, you’se a hot mess boy |
| You’se a hot mess |
| I’m the only to do that |
| Ya’ll are my clones |
| Fresh whips |
| Fly homes (I insist nigga) |
| Careful where you drive home |
| You walked into a cyclone |
| Over them dry stones |
| Fiends slept in front of my crib for 2 days straight |
| Like I had the iPhone (like I work for apple) |
| Pies on, I will bet some pies on |
| 2 foreign 6 train |
| The only thing theyll ride on (the only thing nigga) |
| Ask them why play with my pay |
| I pitch china in boston |
| Like daiske, that white yay |
| And all this carot cake is enough to irritate |
| But I’m so fly high |
| Fuck around and where a cape (fly off) |
| And pardon if you in the garden |
| Just beware of bait (bait) |
| They starvin, niggas eating |
| Nope they want to share they steak (not at all) |
| You’ll find them out of state |
| Near a lake, some billy bait (on side of a road) |
| Gettin ate by apes, deers |
| Business snakes (so) |
| So I tuck the llama |
| Be enough with drama |
| I see a nice slut |
| Big butt went to touch her honour (yell bitch) |
| I let her touch the ghanja (smoke this) |
| I could be your sponsor |
| I got one mother right |
| But I can have another mama (damn) |
| Did I pop yes, hit it hard |
| I got dressed |
| And all the bitch said killa |
| You’se a hot mess |
| When I got dressed |
| Rather when I got fresh |
| Pants sag, gun on nana said |
| You’se a hot mess |
| You’se a hot mess (I ain’t know that was your baby mama though) |
| Uhm, you’se a hot mess |
| Uhm, you’se a hot mess boy (you love her, I’m just fuckin her) |
| You’se a hot mess (that's his business) |
| You’se a hot mess |
| You’se a hot mess |
| You’se a hot mess boy |
| You’se a hot mess |
| You’se a hot mess |
| Uhm you’se a hot mess uhm |
| You’se a hot mess boy |
| You’se a hot mess uhm |