| It’s hot in this bitch, you could be the fan
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| Try to cool me off, cool me off like damn
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| Said it’s hot in this bitch, you could be the fan
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| Try to cool me off, cool me off like
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| Fli Ci in this bitch, you could be the fan
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| Try to cool me off, cool me off like damn
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| Said it’s hot in this bitch, you could be the fan
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| Try to cool me off, cool me off like damn
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| Harlem, big trucks like?
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| I rock the big watch with the flooded band
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| I got niggas from the motherland
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| In the winter you could catch him with a summer tan
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| I whip the ghost like a go-kart
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| So then it’s tell me when the show starts
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| I’m coming out flooded like Noah’s Ark
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| And fuck the light cause you know my wrist glow in the dark
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| You niggas stylin' but you fake wildin'
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| We four warriors deep when we on?
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| They tryna cool me off like antifreeze
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| But I’m hot like the shots when the hammer squeeze
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| Hold up, it’s a new kid on the block
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| Waited 87 dreams for me to get my shot
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| With a mean grill you could picture my drop
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| When I ride through everything just stop
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| Back on the gas, way ahead of my class
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| See the pipes burning from the bikes on the Ave
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| So ahead of my life I let my grandson have
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| The whole fucking world, I just throw it in the bag
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| Midwest kid with flows for all ages
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| Barbershop clean, nutcracker type flavors
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| Big? |
| Versace’s, Coogi’s, linens
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| I’ll wear Versace’s, no socks in my Timberlands
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| I’m hot like the chicken off the Halal trucks
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| You a latte nigga cause I’m getting star bucks
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| I’m live on the set, the bass brought the streets out
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| It’s hot in this bitch, y’all niggas send a tweet out
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| It’s hot in this bitch, the Gullwing’s a sauna
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| The leather just stick to my skin like Under Armour
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| Ride with a material girl, the black Madonna
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| Face like a virgin, she wants me to Lucky Star her
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| I’m lovin' her aura, shearling by Zara
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| She take me as I am, tossing weight like Toccara
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| Decapitated SL’s and Audi SLR-a
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| The last samurai to your roof, sayonara
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| Eghck! |
| Blood sweat and tears
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| Through the years, now the new found fame, I call it karma
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| These niggas bipolar, I’m who they love to hate
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| Praying for my downfall, now they chalk it up to fate
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| I chalk it up to chalking up the plate that I scrape
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| Peyton Manning Arm & Hammer with the plays that I make
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| NFL, that’s No Fucking Losses
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| A great defense makes an even better offense
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| We ownin', muthafuckin' rollin', ain’t nobody fuckin' with my-- |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hot (In This Bitch) , by - Gilbere Forte. Song from the album Some Dreams Never Sleep - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп