Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hot Boy , by - Steven Malcolm. Release date: 16.02.2017
Song language: English
Hot Boy |
| Homie, you can do you |
| I be in my own zone quarterbacking my own thang |
| Sticking to the script with it |
| Slick with it, on stage dance moves like Soul Train, yeah |
| I’m on fire, how I see things |
| A pit bull with no chain |
| 4 AGAINST 5 so gang |
| Jump shot for the championship ring, whoa |
| Many gon' hate, that’s just what it is |
| I got many blessings coming my way |
| Same old swag with a new sound |
| Prayed up let 'em know we ain’t playing around |
| Now they wanna peep game |
| Real recognize real when it comes to this rap thing |
| 16's full of truth now |
| Recognize I got the juice now |
| Cuz I’m a hot boy |
| I’m a hot boy, yeah, I’m a hot boy, yeah |
| Cuz I’m hot boy |
| Made alive in the Son that should tell you enough, I’m a hot boy |
| Cuz I’m hot boy! |
| Know I be about my business |
| The way I make it flip like a gymnast |
| Greatness keep it cooking like a chemist |
| In the kitchen with the flame on |
| Can I get a witness, yeah |
| Been on my grizzy like Memphis but I’m from the mitten Gun Ru bruh |
| Finessing so serious my lyrics make 'em lean like drank from them 2 cups |
| Louisiana with the flow, man |
| 400 degrees with the propane |
| Bass kicking to your chest like Liu Kang |
| Carrying my cross, gotta let 'em know who reign, whoa |
| Turnt up how we do things |
| In the whip burning rubber in my own lane |
| I’m an animal too wild to tame |
| Placing the game at the bottom of the food chain |
| Cuz I’m a hot boy |
| I’m a hot boy, yeah, I’m a hot boy, yeah |
| Cuz I’m hot boy |
| Made alive in the Son that should tell you enough, I’m a hot boy |
| Cuz I’m hot boy! |
| Chilling outside and my tank top on |
| And some thong sandals, I ain’t playing with 'em |
| Island boy swagger finna catch a heat stroke how I’m hot I ain’t playing with |
| 'em |
| Made alive in the Son that should tell you enough, I’m a hot boy, homie, |
| I ain’t playing with 'em |
| Cuz I’m a hot boy, yeah |
| I’m a hot boy! |
| Looking at 'em with the stale face |
| Church fan on me gotta wave it cuz I’m hot boy |
| And no, I ain’t bragging, ain’t boasting, I’m just doing what I love — tell me |
| how I’m supposed to not, boy |
| Fresh up out the rock boy |
| Imma let the beat stop boy |
| Gimme the mic and I wreck it |
| Reflecting perfection |
| Flexing on the perspective of a hot boy |
| Turn up! |
| Cuz I’m a hot boy |
| I’m a hot boy, yeah, I’m a hot boy |
| Yeah, cuz I’m a hot boy |
| I’m a hot boy |
| Yeah, I’m a hot boy |
| Yeah, cuz I’m a hot boy |