| Young Rich Squad
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| Yeah, haha, look
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| Yeah, they know I’m a hot nigga
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| Sold a thousand grams before I popped, nigga
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| Diamonds do they dance on the block with us
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| Haters feelin' hurt, like I shot niggas
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| I get it though, niggas on the top now
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| Had to get the Benzerelli with the top down
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| Got these bitches droppin' panties and they top down
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| Haha, yeah, and they top down
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| I ain’t tryna win a GRAMMY, need the Oscar
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| These niggas is some actors, they impostors
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| I’ma eat filet up with the pasta
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| I be smokin' dope like I’m a rasta (Young Rich Squad)
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| Ayy, why these niggas mad? |
| 'Cause I’m different, nigga
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| Why you bitchin', nigga? |
| You be snitchin', nigga
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| .33 up in the paint, like Scottie Pippen, nigga
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| Point and aim, I only shoot it if he flinchin', nigga
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| Uh, nigga get it back
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| I’m a hot nigga ever since I sold a sack
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| Remember, posted for the low, I’m stackin' every pack, uh
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| I can get whatever, tell me where you’re at
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| 'Cause they know I’m a hot nigga
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| Sold a thousand grams before I popped, nigga
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| Diamonds do they dance on the block with us
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| Haters feelin' hurt, like I shot niggas
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| Yeah, they know I’m a hot boy
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| Come up on his block, making wild noise
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| I ain’t talkin' cheese, get 'em chopped, boy
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| Your bitch on her knees, she gone top, boy (Young Rich Squad)
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| I get it though, I’m lavish
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| These niggas always mad 'cause the diamonds on me dancin'
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| I don’t mean to brag, but I’m plottin' on a mansion
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| I’m lookin' for expansion, I’m tryna get my bands in
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| Need to get your cash up, she’s suckin' with her ass up
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| I don’t give a fuck, I’m in the Bentley, I might just pass ya'
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| Y’all be in the Honda, Might eat that Benihana’s
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| Or might just get Italian, my whip is like a Stallion
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| Stars up in the Wraith
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| VVS his bezel face
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| I just pulled up clean, think a nigga get the cake
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| Seen a million 'fore you niggas got a safe
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| Had to put it in the basement, you never had to faith
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| I be keepin' bands in my pocket when I walk
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| Reach for the man and the nigga get the chalk
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| I got so much bands, wish my bands prolly talked
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| 'Cause I might just need some company chillin' at the top, look (Young Rich
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| Squad)
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| Yeah, they know I’m a hot nigga
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| Sold a thousand grams before I popped, nigga
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| Diamonds do they dance on the block with us
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| Haters feelin' hurt, like I shot niggas
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| I get it though, niggas on the top now
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| Had to get the Benzerelli with the top down
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| Got these bitches droppin' panties and they top down
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| Haha, yeah, I take they top down
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| I ain’t tryna win a GRAMMY, need a Oscar
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| These niggas is some actors, impostors
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| I eat filet with the pasta
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| I smoke on this dope like I’m muh’fuckin' rasta, bitch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hot Boy , by - Joey Trap. Song from the album Champ, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп