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guap tarantino - hot box lyrics

[intro]
what, n-gga?
shut up
yeah
squad, n-gga, y’all n-ggas know what the f-ck goin’ on
you know what i’m sayin’?
you know what i’m sayin’? been a big boss with this sh-t, since i was just little
(dj on the beat so it’s a banger), let’s go

[chorus]
n-ggas in the hood like to pop locks (pop locks)
slide on a n-gga in a hotbox (in a hotbox)
i was makin’ racks off the laptop (racks)
go out to town, hit the mailbox, yeah (racks, racks, racks)
put a hundred rounds, make the drac’ lock (brrt)
catch your lil’ ho at the nail shop (yeah)
be a cook, cook it up, rerock (woo)
serve it in the country with the peac-cks (peac-cks)
shawty tried to suck me ’til her knees lock (knees lock)
big guap, n-gga, need big guap (big guap)
dropped a d-mn tape, now the streets locked (streets locked)
n-gga got a k, make you freeze up (yeah, yeah)
n-gga play with me, bet he get popped, yeah (brrt)
i was makin’ money with my d-mn pops (racks)
i got in the street dodgin’ d-mn cops (yeah)
i bust down my rollie, don’t tick-tock (yeah, yeah)

[verse]
took the game, hijack, came through projects
hundred round drum make you hit, can’t dodge that
shawty went dumb on the d-ck like, “ride that”
shawty put tongue on the d-ck, no digest
i get fake love, but that sh-t in disguise (yeah)
boy, you a dub, i can see in your eyes (yeah)
got me a baddie, got meat on her thighs (woo)
i pop an addy, then go on the rise (addy)
they see my diamonds, they know that i shine (ah)
know it’s ’bout timing, this sh-t not surprise (woo)
i wear my chain like a motherf-ckin’ prize
i had to threesome that ho, yeah, she bi (yeah)
racks in the closet, these n-ggas don’t know that (yeah)
don’t know where i started, might have me a throwback (racks)
might go insane with the drank, havin’ flashbacks (brrt)
used to go insane with the bank, gettin’ cash back (woop, woop)
call me a truck, got a camera when i back back (hah)
ran off on the plug, boy, he not gettin’ sh-t back (come here)
fat n-gga sh-t, yeah, your b-tch, she gon’ dig that (fat n-gga sh-t)
i’m in the 6 with a stick, gotta kick back (i’m in the 6)
know what i’m doin’, know what i’m doin’ (yeah)
only thing i see is up now (woo)
i throw the bag, that’s a touchdown (woo)
i got them racks, yellin’, “racks” now, yeah (racks, racks, racks)

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