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louis marx – hot flamin. lyrics

(put the spotlight on him, and make it hot)

southside, in this b-tch
westside, in this b-tch
eastside, in this b-tch
north pole, we live

g i’m standin’ on this business
business call hol’ up
ain’t no b-tchin’, ain’t no flinchin’
come on dog, you know us
can’t impress me with no riches, i hate sh-t that fol’ up
matter fact, you know what
hol’ up
hol’ up
hol’ up

imma dog walk this b-tch
y’all ain’t got sh-t for me anyway
f-ck i’m rushin’ for

you know how many meals i done missed tryna make a mill
give my n—-s in the trenches sh-t that they can feel
aye we know you not a hunnit but you can say it still
you know you not a hunnit but you can say it still
i say f-ck 12 at least twice a day
just to make sure my good habits stay in play
i don’t like they b-tch -ss, what i’m supposed to fake
sh-t be really on my heart, f-ck i’m supposed to say
i’m not no jesse white tumbler, i ain’t flippin’ for sh-t
if i hurt you then i meant it b-tch and that’s what you get
watch this, g i got this
and it’s flamin’ hot
chi n—a so i need my cheese on top
(make it hot)

stop, drop, roll
woah woah woah woah
(we been through h-ll, that’s why we hot)
stop, drop, roll
woah woah woah woah

this ain’t cl-ss, so ain’t no p-sses
f-ck yo status, i’m on y’all -sses
don’t be askin’, if it’s magic, like this sh-t just up and happened
been thru h-ll, and it been tragic
been in traffic, bendin’ backwards
been in crashes, n-gg-s blasted
i done fasted, now it’s time to turn the stove on n—a, make sure the isle strait

like yo grandma yeah i’m wiggin’ on this b-tch
jiggin’ on this b-tch
flexin’ and i’m flickin’ on this b-tch
fear it don’t exist
losing ‘cause the real ones on the bench
n—a yea i’m p-ssed
if you took the same type of hits, you might hit like this
hurt my heart to see a real one die when all these b-tches alive
you can’t never be this, i know you feel it inside
if you betray me, that’s a gamble, you gone roll snake eyes
every opp ain’t on the mothaf-ckin’ opposite side
slap this b-tch with mild-sauce, salt and pepper
put some bread on top of that my g and you got a special
imma get it together
we gone fye up whenever
you think i care ‘bout being’ cool with n—-s ever
(make it hot)

stop, drop, roll
woah woah woah woah
(we been through h-ll, that’s why we hot)
stop, drop, roll
woah woah woah woah

g i’m standin’ on this business
ain’t no b-tchin’, ain’t no flinchin’
can’t impress me with no riches, it’s just not some sh-t i’m into
can’t no mill make you a real one, just a n—a with a million
ain’t no honor in yo system, i can’t honor how you did it
got a bag but you b-tch, you probably do some b-tch sh-t with it
all our b-tches feed our spirit
they ain’t b-tches dog they women
they the type don’t need a n—a, even without us they gone get it
imma get it to my n—-s, all this game just can’t stay with us
if you with us then it’s blood, only god can make it different
he gone show me if it’s love, if it’s not, you end up missin’
if you missin’ but was here, look in the mirror, say i did it
i done did it for them do-ers, do it to you, i ain’t finish
(you can’t ignore us)

- louis marx lyrics

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