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cory gunz - hot nigga lyrics

(freestyle)
on cool on heat, sum hot n-gg-
they caught me with the taurus, not the glock, n-gg-
y’all n-gg-s too loud, feds watch n-gg-s
find me with my blazers, bustin’ shots, n-gg-
ain’t nothin’ open for you but the shop, n-gg-
we get jiggy bustin’ juggs, bustin’ chops, n-gg-
got sum n-gg-s doin’ life, doin’ shots, n-gg-
they be shootin’ at the cops, n-gg-
free tzo, free my n-gg- skat
free fleezy-o, ya know we countin’ up
and if she on the flow i’mma do it all out
you stupid if you think you got me flippin’, boi
ask about me, i be grippin’, boi
scorin’, michael jordan, scotty pimpin’, boi
you can keep the wh-r-, i’m bout this chicken, boi
ak-47 whole squadron
you be quick to gimme to the sergeant
i do this money dance and i dodge it
then i pistol whip ya like the chargers
i feel like 100 thousand million
a product of the section 8, i’m ?
put you on the break, you chow now
fresh out the box, take a tab, blow you down, pow
no pores easen, cuz he strapped now
reez movin’ p’s out the trap now
i told my n-gg- chowley-o i’mma turn it up
don’t need 100 n-gg-s, just a couple real as us
b-tch, i’m a thug n-gg-
razor blades, what goes in the club, n-gg-
if it ain’t a pistol it’s a snub, n-gg-
whoeva got issue, it’s a dub, n-gg-
drinked out and i’m ridin’ out with yo b-tch
talkin’ my haters straight to that frank stan
they don’t gotta put my sh-t talkin’
cuz that strap to go breakdance,
it’s like a bad deal, i’mma rip off em
b-tch stop it, put yo face and yo b-tch just like instant lock it
got an extra sh-ll in my fifth pocket, the seventh n-gg- that sh-t poppin’
yung money, that sh-t poppin’
yo sh-t drop and yo sh-t droppin’
no bullsh-t, i don’t talk feelins with conners
i’m with soft killings
that last single i was on really sold 3 and a half
4 million like tick that, pop bangin’ no pay that
don’t play with me! google me! i’m hot n-gg-
that 9. milla stay with me
so debt that, -ss bent yo diaphragm ?
too tight for that bed napper
i’m gettin’ high as that head cracker
these n-gg-s ain’t got no style, runnin’ round in my old swag
that so bad, yáll throw the sh-t like yáll runnin’ round with my whole bag
got one thing clear, not gonna hear f-ck thing doubt gonna
i am not sling mouth runnin’, like shouts inna the outcomers, n-gg-

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