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problem - hot nigga (remix) lyrics

[intro: problem]
my n-gga, jus
oh my god, i’m f-ckin’ focused
chach’

[verse 1: problem]
young chachi be that hot n-gga
even my sister’s with the sh-ts, i seen her sock n-ggas
d. cole, fiends suck it up like popsicles
young gunnas pull up busting off a tricycle
clear the scene, turn your block into a ghost town
they all gone, all you talkin’ to is ghosts now
no losses, n-gga, all we know is victories
need a pound? i had him meet me right on century
he said, “how much you got?” i told him, “barry bond”
loud and it’s boomin’, sh-t is cherry bomb
do my stuff, take a flight, i’m on american
first cl-ss, three ounces in the carry-on
b-tch, i been the n-gga since the fifth grade
when i ran up on big jason with the switchblade
he scared to death, bro bro, you can smell the sh-t stains
not ‘cause i’m hard, i had to prove his -ss was b-tch-made
i’m hungry, i wonder what your b-tch made (she cooking)
key word, we ain’t bothered by the shift change
diamond lane republic, all in ny, thuggin’
my guys, jeezy and young and mase swoop up in something foreign
hop up in them ‘raris then we smash out
just see your b-tch behind, she got her p-ssed out
five figure discount before i take a handout
park the ‘raris, we about to pull the lams out
free miller, though, young cracking my n-gga, hoota
release date coming soon, i pray you see it sooner
young nick rollin’ up j’s, my n-gga, lucky sleep
my new b-tch push a jeep, i f-ck her twice a week
no, we don’t do felice, my meals is takeout
stash rules, put more in than what you take out
we out here clocking feragamos with the lace out
b-tches watching like the police on a stakeout
yo, n-gga, you’s a mark like sanchez
cali king, i ain’t talking ’bout no mattress
and your b-tch a ho, i treat her like a sneaker show
had her on the king, coming like a week ago

[verse 2: bobby shmurda]
i’m chewy, i’m some hot n-gga
like i talk to shyste when i shot n-ggas
like you seen him twirl then he drop, n-gga
and we keep ’em nine millis on my block, n-gga
and monte keep it on him, he done dropped n-ggas
and trigger he be wildin’, he some hot n-gga
tones known to get busy with ’em glocks, n-gga
try to run down and you can catch a shot, n-gga
runnin’ through these checks ’til i p-ss out
and shorty give me neck ’til i p-ss out
i swear to god, all i do is cash out
and if you ain’t a ho, get up out my trap house
i been sellin’ crack since like the fifth grade
really never made no difference what the sh-t made
jaja taught me flip ’em packs and how to maintain
get that money back and spend it on the same thing
shawty like the way that i ball out
i be gettin’ money ’til i fall out
you talkin’ cash, dog, i goes all out
shorty love the way that i floss out
free greezy though, let all of my dogs out
mama said no p-ssy cats inside my doghouse
that’s what got my daddy locked up in the dog pound
free phantom though, let all of my dogs out
we gon’ pull up in that hooptie, like we cops on ’em
with m16’s, we gon’ put some shots on ’em
i send a lil thot to send the drop on ’em
she gon’ call me up and i’m a sick the hots on ’em
grimey savage, that’s what we are
grimey shooters dressed in g-star
gs9, i go so hard
but gs for my gun squad
and b-tch if it’s a problem we gon’ gun brawl
shots poppin’ out the ar
i’m with trigger, i’m with rasha, i’m with a-rod
broad daylight and we gon’ let ’em things bark
tell ’em n-ggas free meeshie, ho
some way, free breezy, ho
and tell my n-ggas, shmurda teamin’, ho
mitch caught a body about a week ago
f-ck with us and then we tweakin’, ho
run up on that n-gga, get to squeezin’, ho
everybody catching bullet holes
n-ggas got me on my bully, yo
i’m a run up, put that gun on ’em
i’m a run up, go dumb on ’em
n-ggas got me on that young sh-t
got me on that go dumb sh-t

[outro: bobby shmurda]
got me on that go dumb sh-t, man
trap mode in this motherf-cker, hotter than a b-tch
ayo, pour up, i need some more drank

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