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aj tracey - hot nigga lyrics

[verse]
my n-ggas on some n-gga sh-t
nike hat, squadded up, looking n-gga-ish
blacked out, looking licorice
f-ck a b-tch, tell her go home, call it hit and miss
all these n-ggas talking but i’m sick of it
armani monogram, it’s got the stick in it
the brukky throwing zs and i keep hitting it
trap house, couple squad n-ggas, ain’t a chicken it
i do my shmurda dance on a joke ting
mtp, i keep promoting
my south side n-ggas got the smoke in
and don’t be talking ps cuh we get the most in
[?] from the bottle, b-tches love it off
the line is always banging, i don’t shut it off
had a yucky chick, knickers, they were coming off
i buss all up on her t-tties, told her rub it off
in that foreign nani when it weren’t cool
in a rented ‘rari when we went school
my likkle cousin’s bimmer’s not a rental
i was mashing up the guala when i weren’t tall
now i’m on some burn a n-gga’s bridge sh-t
had enough of all these p-ssies talking big sh-t
n-gga f-cking with my money? get his wig split
his crib kicked, sniff l1cked and his b-tch d-cked
buck you if you ain’t squadding, you’re an opp n-gga
call my females cuh they talk, i’ll get the drop, n-gga
more time i’m out here standing on my block, n-gga
you don’t want my young gunners at your block, n-gga
pink huaraches, got my eight b-lls in my sock, n-gga
true religion jeans, yeah, they cost a lot, n-gga
i worked hard for the sh-t that i got, n-gga
that same sh-t that got your mrs on my c-ck, n-gga

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