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ace hood - hot n*gga lyrics

bodybag
beast!
beast
yeah

yeah, it’s true, i am a beat k!ller (you looking at the hottest of the hot n-ggas)
summer time, but my rollie still in late december
n-ggas actin like some b-tches, need to change genders
know it’s only poppin’, tell me why they wake the goblin up
silence on the gun so we don’t have to wake your daughter up
way before the tampa bay, b-tch i been chasin’ [?]
tell me why they wanna throw a pebble at an armored truck
lookin’ at a 101, p-ssy, you ain’t one of us
make me get r-t-rded like i’m ridin’ on a short bus
flexin’ on these n-ggas, oh i thought this was a warm up?
tell’em shoot it up then double back, i call it karma
people pay attention, push a b-tton for ignition
dopest in the business, think i need some intervention
soon as go to wackin’, imma send him in detention
clips like weaves, know they comin’ with extensions
always on the hustle, b-tches know i keep a cover
sleep without a blanket, never know who under covers
f-ck her, never love her, wear a rubber, blow it back, yo
i’m super dope, i’m a walking trap house
shoutin’ out to philly, free my n-gga, tho
soon as my n-gga fat boy hit the turf, i got his envelope
tell’em kiss ya -ss, they can do that under mistletoe
think its sweet then go aimin’ straight at your cantaloupe
yeah you know i’m trained to blow, i got that halitosis flow
jumpin’ out the lambo in sandals, i got that antidote
hammer pokin’ out of my pocket, it’s like a camel toe
g-ssin’ all these rappers, ya’ll need to work at a texaco
i ain’t got no medals, i ain’t got no medals
p-ssy n-gga sleepin, hit him up in his pajamas
i hit him up in his pajamas
i’m just tryna kick it, tell them b-tches david beckham
ok, i’m bluffin’, never love’m, got a question, is we f-ckin’?
she addicted, david ruffin, load the clip and watch it buffle (bodybag)
i’m a hot n-gga, someone tell that to the tan bed
if the beat was human, i would tell him he a dead man
ain’t no hope in wishin’, phantom ghost through the bentley
if he with the scissors, can’t afford it with your b-tchin’
gone

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