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t10 - hot nigga lyrics

say, say, say youngin i thought you be in the hood everyday?
u wasn’t out there when we came round there where u was at? i didn’t see you in the park! i didn’t see you on the block! i didn’t see you in the cut! i didn’t see you catching no sacks you weren’t out there, huh huh where you was at?

[verse 1 : t10]
f-ck that if she ain’t bout f-cking then she gotta dip , all my potnas in the room so she know we tryna flip
tell em you was by ya cousin house and we tryna trip and he could come with all that bucking and he gon get the whole clip
i be up town you could find me where the money be they see a n-gga flexing so they down to get up under me, i’m f-cking the same hoes that used to make fun of me its team no lackin so you know i keep a gun with me only f-ck with a few im bout to stop dappin n-ggas mama should’ve named verb cuz im bout that action n-gga, when i ain’t rapping n-gga im ridin around clapping n-ggas smoke you then come back to the scene like wat happen n-gga
i run my city you asked my name t10 , imma master with them gats if we beefing i get them rocks and play the block like defense then do this sh-t over and over like a sequence
money on my mind so i gotta get this bread ask him if he f-cking with it then its off with his head dump it back and k!ll his potnas thats how you posed play it then go home and watch the news and see if them n-ggas dead (got em)
never cuff a hoe cuz that ain’t part of my religion mad bullets attract you then split you up just like division gotta stay focused cuz im on the money mission hit the hoe then p-ss the b-tch down just like a tradition
i don’t stand on the block hit me up if want to get served hear to many n-ggas getting pop tryna to play the curb sold crack on the 1st sold dope on the 3rd i got n-ggas that’ll k!ll you if i give them the word ask about in my city bet they say i run it , glizzy hold a hundred catch em public bet he get punish i ain’t gotta do it i could call my shotters b-tch im so hot i went to h-ll and made it hotter
on my free time i turn into a savage and do math to see how many heads my k average first n-gga buck imma have to let him have it i ain’t tryna cuff so don’t talk about marriage aye that p-ssy good imma take her to the palace green dot cards for all my n-ggas in the parish no pooh hoes my b-tches they be the baddest i could walk through any hood b-tch i got status
talking behind my back homie that’s what a b-tch do i’ll call my youngins and make them n-ggas come and get you
yop sticks,semis,automatics, and the
pistols now people on instagram talking bout how they miss , cuz i be on that drama sh-t quick to smoke yo mama sh-t ridin round with the same k they kilt osama with so duck when this mac pop make your whole back rock fn leave n-gga folded like a laptop
b-tch im so hot don’t even stand next to me if you ain’t tryna f-ck then why the f-ck you texting me my neck on freeze like somebody was arresting me cook with this 40 these hallow tips be the recipe im on my own lane on the road to the richest n-ggas acting like hoes more than the real b-tches keep my circle real small i don’t -ssociate with snitches money talk ott you f-ck with that you get the business
i’d be posted like a scarecrow spent through and im on a4 b-tch i got more extensions than a f-cking hair store so come and get your hair done
since you want be airborne b-tch im so hot i made the devil cut the air on

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