Hot Boy No your not, boy Your heart pump Kool-Aid Watch out, you'll get chopped boy From the hottest, of the hottest of the hot fo Project hoes, scatterd
See everybody know I'm Lil' Wayne soilder Pull up in the 4 dot 6 Range Rover Baby had me drinkin think I got a hangover Weezy Weez nigga, Hot Boys, game
, but it's cool, cuz I got more Me and my niggas, we stunt like there's no tomorrow Big Tymers, Hot Boys Nigga CMR, nigga CMR [Repeat 1] [Juvenile] Now you boys
By Myself, But Damn, She Left Me All By Myself, But Yo! I Love My Niggaz, No Homo I Swear I Hope They All Get Cheese Like D'journo It's Something About The Hot
't second guess, ain't nobody better dressed Text hoes we're less clothes then her mama like Church girl always go to school she the honest type But when it comes to boys
second guess, ain't nobody better dressed Text hoes we're less clothes then her mama like Church girl always go to school she the honest type But when it comes to boys
real Let's coast together, hot air balloon together Lost deep in each other, love the fact You never get jealous, never flirt with them other fellas
low, rolling killing Bout to break the coffee down, dump it in the swisha I see them niggaz in the front, talking loud and capping True bad boys, move
the Penn talking back to the guards, shooting the kite Taking the back of my broad, pulling a candy Lac in my yard Strapped up talking back to you boys
on them years, when I see little boys and girls Living the life that I wanted to live Since I really couldn't live with it It's gonna be hard for the other
tribe static when we arrive. You in the missesipy flow with your brains on the side. [Chorus:] Bad chicks, hot cars, bank rose, fuck the laws Get it boys
[Intro] "OK man, are you ready to go?" "I'm ready to go, now c'mon now, crank this motherfucker up" [Mr. Mixx] YEAH, IT'S YA BOYS BACK IN THE HOUSE! WE
Beautiful but deadly; I can't let her get me Despite all the things she does to try and tip me Fattest (?) turd ever stinked a pair o' draws Hot dick
her, her panites are down Always dressed fresh in the ladies' wear She sports the weave instead of hair Known to the boys as a real fly cutie Tight-ass
scared to go home, I was a fool with the big boys, breakin all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other
that coochie best? On my tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest Having house parties in a crowded spot And you can tell it's hot, they talk loud a
go home, I was a fool with the big boys, breakin all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
so disrespectfu cuz to me you're a mystery I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history Never sold nothin, never popped nothin, nigga stop frontin Jay put you on, X made you hot
