Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm A Hot Boy, artist - Hot Boys. Date of issue: 27.10.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm A Hot Boy |
| I take drama as far as it could go |
| I ain’t no ho |
| That is something u would wanna know |
| I gets loose as a goose |
| When beef in my presence |
| I’m a hot boy fa’sho |
| Nigga a living legend |
| I straight creep if I get beef with ya |
| They got T-shirt waiting on yo fucking picture |
| Yo head leak like water drippin out a faucet |
| Cause I was in the hospital |
| Yo whoadie these niggas think I lost it |
| But I’m still a head busta |
| Run with straight real niggas |
| That’s a fatigue nigga |
| So this the deal with ya |
| All about cash daddy |
| Face behind the mask daddy |
| Choppers with 50 in em' |
| Ready to blast daddy |
| Duck or get down nigga |
| Bounce or get bounced nigga |
| U on side of a milk carton |
| Can’t be found nigga |
| Take it how u wanna |
| Bring it how u feel |
| Take in blood nigga you get it how u live |
| Where the villian be |
| That’s where I’ll stand |
| I’m coming with artillery |
| Up in my hand |
| I’m showing u bitches the reason I’m the man |
| I’m stopping u hoes from breathing u understand |
| It don’t stop |
| It won’t stop |
| My Glock on safety |
| Cock if you get shot |
| Don’t get shocked |
| Cause you are aware of my actions |
| U know I that U heard of me |
| And that’s a fact son |
| I’m bout whatever u bout nigga all day |
| I’m 100% thug |
| U won’t’t trigga play |
| It’s all gravy let’s handle it |
| I get scandalous |
| I call baby it’s confusion |
| Army tool we using |
| He beep me back |
| We clicking up we set up |
| A dangerous mob |
| Once u wet up |
| No getting up |
| That’s how it is |
| I hustle for my G’s |
| Over hundred G’s |
| No stun’n with versace |
| It’s straight soldiers ree’s |
| And soldiers rags and soldiers hats |
| Soldiers jackets nigga we dress in soldiers pants |
| You wanna go all the way out |
| It’s gloves for yo hands |
| Uptown my stumping ground we camouflage down |
| If you ain’t bout no paper |
| I ain’t fucking with ya |
| U outta line |
| I’m gon flip ya |
| B.g toten big pistol |
| U know I represent |
| Full of that dope behind limo tint |
| Mercedes what I’m in |
| We steal is a lil hint |
| That u murder if you flinch |
| 6feet in where u sent |
| My occupation consist |
| Putting momma on the front bench |
| My click is often dangerous |
| If they caught to hang with us thug with us |
| Cause trust if u outside ain’t no love with us |
| Where I’ll be all my rounds fucking with brown |
| And that’s dat UPT |
| U ain’t gotta hide you get down |
| But it all good |
| U get dirty I get dirty |
| We all hood U be splurgin I be splurgin |
| In the 929 fully loaded sitting on chrome |
| I’m hot boy that need a hot girl to take home |
| I ain’t' gone bone light |
| On dat dope dick |
| I know you heard that we go all night |
| Yo girl send word B.G. |
| ain’t right |