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it's d-money baby - its hot its hot lyrics

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corse x2
in the streets its gettin hot its hot
in the streets its gettin cold

verse
johnny on the beat d-money from the street
the two of us is bringin heat lil nig-as have a seat

baggin shy up then we slang it cause its time to eat
its twenty ten now nig-a att-tude ain’t nothin sweet

and ima lay it down like i’m making concrete
you are lunch meat nothing i ain’t neva k!lled

the streets could turn you salty and make ya game faulty
best to keep your caution cause bit-s be acting naughty

i call’em by the word from the meaning of female doggy
better leap if your intentions be feeling froggy

my city stay smoggy but cemeteries stay foggy
put a knife threw a nig-a neck it’ll turn soggy

i’m drinkin and i’m smokin till way beyond feelin groggy
harley davidson like a nig-a be feeling hoggy

neva stunted on by nig-as because i’m scroggy
plus i’m gettin so high you bit-hs can call me sloggy

corse x4
in the streets its gettin hot its hot
in the streets its gettin cold

verse 2
a yo i’m numba one my nig-a cookin on the stove
spittin hottest flows ripping off womens cloths

vip section in the streets with all my shows
i keep my bros above my hoes i guess i just suppose

i’m drillin all my foes and enemies with big blows
my chain shine and glows i’m staying flyer than the crows

yall lieing and yall spying all threw my cornrolls
every body knows you ain’t fuc-in with the pro

when i pose its a b-boy stackin money rows
when it comes to p-ssy nig-as i dont fu-k with those

i give’em h-ll no’s and then i give’em broke nose
fu-k the popo’s to i’ll drop’em off a load

nothing but explosives lookin like some donut holes
cause a nig-a like me won’t freeze cause i’m neva froze

when i compose together no one alive can oppose me
snitches in the world still trying to expose me

corse x4
in the streets its gettin hot its hot
in the streets its gettin cold

verse 3
nig-a what it do i’m k!llin with my crew
then chillin gettin screwed like it ain’t nothin new

and who the fu-k are you i’ll stop you with my shoe
and after that your threw bye bye ima keep it true

when sippin a brew i need a pus-y that be new
i need more than a few and they gotta have tattoo

i gotta keep it on cue and i gotta stay cool
like a nig-a blew some train wreck and some white widow

getting soo high you can find me on a tricycle
smoke that green pickle sell crack here is a nickle

watch’em smoke that shyt i bet they cheeks fu-kin buckle
i’ll give a hater knuckle to all them and their uncles

for me it ain’t no struggle for you it be like a puzzle
i suggest you get some acid and then start to guzzle

if you dont do that well my gun has a muzzle
ive been doing this shyt since day one a successful hussle

corse x4
in the streets its gettin hot its hot
in the streets its gettin cold

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