pac man – hot nigga lyrics
don’t listen to my music
if you a hot n-gga
i make music for the real
and the trap n-ggas
i never pay a b-tch man
they some gold diggers
i know some n-ggas that
uh put you in a hole n-gga
i know some n-ggas
that uh put 30 holes in you
yes i am a real rapper
and i’m a laid n-gga
long as i’m getting money
i can’t change my ways n-gga
they try to chain us up
like we some slaves n-gga
when im in dc
i hang with soul takers
bando full of gold
like they was the lakers
these n-ggahs be fake
and they lyrics faker
i want a big ole house
with bout 10 anchors
i got a lot of n-ggas
that complete a lot of capers
i got a lot of n-ggas
that owe me a lot of favors
i’m tryin be the head of the
city just like the mayor
put my kids in a b-tch mouth
like it was the day care
headed to the top
and only to the top
if the boy faking
better tell the n-gga stop
i’m moving in out
like a nascar pit stop
hot n-ggas snitching they
naming the whole block
mother f-ck a hot
n-gga
n-ggas toating
strap n-ggas
people got
macs n-ggas
my n-ggas like to
zap n-ggas
some like to trap
n-gga
some like to rap
n-gga
some like to rap
n-ggas
i don’t hang with no
hot n-ggas
this sh-t is all
facts n-gga
hot n-gga is
goin snitch
hot n-gga but
a cold b-tch
give a hot n-gga
the whole clip
shmoney dance
on his grave b-tch
hot n-gga won’t
save sh-t
seen a cold n-gga
turn hot quick
got my mans life
and no options
i’m steady chasing
paper
while the others
taking naps
n-ggas moving slow
so you know
i’m bout to lap
i never talk on the phone
cause them lines tap
n-ggas like f-ck school
them n-ggas like the trap
a trap can’t get you million
so i’m uh stick to rap
n-ggas better stop frauding
for they in a body bag
cause lying and deceiving
can get a n-gga toe tagged
a dead son or daughter
will have a mother so sad
these n-ggas be thugs
we’ll i guess i’m shaq
and if these n-ggas sell drugs where the f-ck they be at
these n-ggas claim they k!llas
but ain’t got a strap
all that sh-t about loyalty
these n-ggas be rats
i’m arsonist i’m
burning up
if ain’t about money i
don’t give a f-ck
you wanna take from
me go try your luck
turn a n-gga red
like a pair of chucks
got some trap n-ggas
that keep a gun tucked
they moving sh-t
like a delivery truck
i’m from dc where
they don’t give a f-ck
where n-ggas will get
your mans plucked
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