Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hotspot, artist - M24. Date of issue: 24.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Hotspot |
| Man really had to chop that long one down |
| Cah it hardly fits |
| Always got the long coat on when I got that Rambz |
| Cah it hardly sits |
| Bad one’s got arse and tits |
| Interview room, don’t ask me shit |
| He got splashed, now I’m gettin' harassed |
| I’m in a lot of trouble if I park the ting |
| Real badboy, we don’t make up |
| I ain’t even had time for a shape up, shape up |
| I’m just tryna get my cake up |
| Wake up, grind all back to the paper |
| Why they runnin' like Shelly-Ann Fraser, Fraser |
| Get man down, no wake up |
| GBG, War Lords, let the streets talk, I don’t really say much |
| A lot of man ain’t made for the streets |
| But they chat and act the part |
| Work, we don’t about theirs |
| But they definitely know about ours |
| Blood, sweat, tears and scars |
| It was me and Slap from the start, in cars |
| We was always on our block like that block was ours |
| I was really tryna burn a boy like Steff |
| Send a location like Dave |
| Hammer in a bag just bulgin' out |
| They don’t wanna come my way, like Fetty |
| Still up front, we ain’t scorin' sweaties |
| Spank him one, call it Ugly Betty, Betty |
| Make that ring, no celly |
| Got my D up in her belly |
| Swing that shit like Shellybelly |
| Burns my blood, that’s family ties, I done it for him already |
| Hold that shit, gotta grip that steady |
| We dance with smoke, them man ain’t ready |
| (Uhh-huh) |
| Aim up high tryna hit man’s heady |
| I ain’t ever tryna hit man’s leggy |
| Had a rusty one lookin' old like Peggy |
| The price on the AP’s calm, but I want that Skelly |
| I ain’t had no brekky |
| But I counted up six already |
| Me and bro’s like Meek and Melly, shelly |
| Do a man live, no telly |