Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hot Out, artist - Troy Ave. Date of issue: 27.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hot Out |
| Look at the degrees, it say 90 but it feel like 100 |
| I’m hot boy, to it, who you think they talk to |
| The bad bitches, the mad niggas, that’s who my gun for |
| Blast stitching and blast thinner, they both down for |
| Five on the hippie, five in the whippy |
| Me and seven in the seven cities, would you bet me |
| And two friends yelling no new friends |
| Giving them D, breaking in dope, cool love end for the week shift |
| Barbeque on the block, too dope for beaches |
| My ' features sun kiss, orange G shit, pull back top when the ill black jock |
| Oh, that’s my homey J, yo, put away that Glock |
| My shooters be ready and deadly, I trained them well |
| My women be plenty and friendly, they kiss, don’t tell |
| The fish gonna fry itself in the kitchen, we moving on up |
| Free all my niggas from they cells, boy on commission |
| Ball players, swag, inside out, bunch of fly bitches outside when it’s hot out |
| 90 degrees, only right I bring the drop out, slipping please |
| You know I’m here with the black out |
| Moving on white like Jesus, ice, no freezers |
| Niggas can’t see us and the girls wanna freak us |
| Summertime trill, yeah, I’m coming out the speakers |
| Out there, find me on the block, getting mine up |
| I made it, classic moves and classic shoes |
| With a Cuban linked on, that’s some classic jewels |
| My homie Yankee pulled the red Porsche on the boat up |
| And the girls want the call, yeah, we like, show, show |
| But we got all sorts, black, white, Asian and Spanish girls |
| At the la marina look amazing, the navy gazing, we blazing |
| Playing, spazzing, and johnny pump open, hold it down, don’t spray her |
| Mammy with the polka, water gun, see her soaked up |
| But only we her hair if you paying to do it over |
| 'Cause chicks get mad and trip like six flags |
| High rollers, no coasters, fill the cups, place cash on the floor |
| Dice games for twenty or more |
| No ass bet, just ice cheddar, it’s the allure of the streets |
| Mixed in with the heat in this jungle of concrete I got soul for cheap, word |
| Ball players, swag, inside out, bunch of fly bitches outside when it’s hot out |
| 90 degrees, only right I bring the drop out, slipping please |
| You know I’m here with the black out |
| Moving on white like Jesus, ice, no freezers |
| Niggas can’t see us and the girls wanna freak us |
| Summertime trill, yeah, I’m coming out the speakers |
| Out there, find me on the block, getting mine up |
| Summertime, summer grind, some will know, some will shine |
| I’m just getting money representing for the streets |
| Summertime, summer grind, some will know, some will shine |
| I’m just getting money representing for the streets |
| Summertime, summer grind, some will know, some will shine |
| I’m just getting money representing for the streets |