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hot sizzle - up on me lyrics

[intro]
i hear you lil n+ggas talking sh+t yo
yall n+ggas hate me and yall broads wanna f+ck me
i do this to offend you n+ggas
get off my d+ck

[chorus]
man they ain’t got sh+t up on me
man they ain’t got sh+t up on me
man they ain’t got sh+t up on me
whoever yall thought was f+cking with me ain’t got sh+t up on me
[chorus]
man they ain’t got sh+t up on me
man they ain’t got sh+t up on me
man they ain’t got sh+t up on me
whoever yall thought was f+cking with me ain’t got sh+t up on me

[verse 1]
i’m disrespectful i pull up outside of ya house
she want my wood like a splinter i’m digging her out
you walk in the house like “n+gga what’s this about?”
i’d handle you when i take my c+ck out ya spouse
listen honey i am what the bees are buzzing ’bout
i live in the “7 floors of h+ll” that’s the haunted house
i recruit shooters, i got a dozen scouts
it’s like i don’t want the nine the way i dump it out
my watch ain’t broke, it just ignores time
times are cold it froze ten minutes before five
fifteen minutes late on f+ckin’ a cold dime
baby time is money i only got time for bl+w j+bs
yeah, please excuse me like a doctor’s note
so many diamonds in the chain look like kaleidoscope
man to man they can’t f+ck with me in or outta my zone
ya girl would let me f+ck cause the scent of my cologne
new era fitted’s i don’t rock snapbacks
a great performance is the only thing you clapping at
come out the background, if you the lead singer
you thought about getting married i’d chop off ya ring finger
my favorite color red, like a fresh bruise
haters need to attend get fresh school
gotta problem ya face’ll become a flesh wound
next time they see you, you in a box like fresh shoes
you don’t run nothing, but ya mouth a lot
k!ll ya self ya life ain’t even worth a ounce of pop
i don’t think you aware you outta ya conscious
females i get my broad to slap you on conscience
only behind my back in person they don’t say sh+t
the gauge’ll give you a grave the blade’ll give you a face lift
these lil n+ggas hate me cause they ain’t sh+t
rule one don’t get rats into some snake sh+t
you think you pimp but buy p+ssy in real life
i’m ill twice i spark at n+ggas electric eel type
it sucks to be you i’d hate what it feel like
saying ya jeans cost at least a g what’s the real price
be smart that cannon thick as a tree bark
you sweet tart i’m f+cking ya high school sweetheart
bul, you nerds soft as a nerf ball
not to be p+ssy the only thing i learned from yall
i spray rounds that paralyze from the waist down
boxing you couldn’t go twelve minutes of eight rounds
the knuckle tussle it’ll leave n+ggas face down
clown i shoot rounds that could knock outer sp+ce down
you need to do some push+ups with ya bird cage
n+gga i gotta swagger that could make this whole earth shake
i’d just k!ll ’em on texas border
they’ll think this bul died from drinking the mexicans water
[chorus]
man they ain’t got sh+t up on me
man they ain’t got sh+t up on me
man they ain’t got sh+t up on me
whoever yall thought was f+cking with me ain’t got sh+t up on me

[chorus]
man they ain’t got sh+t up on me
man they ain’t got sh+t up on me
man they ain’t got sh+t up on me
whoever yall thought was f+cking with me ain’t got sh+t up on me

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