Letra de Hot Boy
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Homie u can do you, I be in my own zone quarterbacking my own thang
Sticking to scrip wit it
Slick wit it, on stage dance moves like soul train, yeah
Sticking to scrip wit it
Slick wit it, on stage dance moves like soul train, yeah
I'm on fire how I see thang
A pit bull wit no chain
4 against 5 so gang
Jump shot for the championship ring woah
Many gon hate dats jus what it is
I got many blessings coming my way
Same ol swagg wit a new sound
Prayed up let'em know we ain't playin around
Now they wanna peep game
Real recognize real when it comes to dis rap thang
16's full of truth now
Recognize I got the juice now
Cuz ima hot boy....ima hot boy...yeah, ima hot boy, yeah, cuzI'm hot boy
Made alive in the Son that should tell you enough yeah
Cuz I'm hot boy!
Know I be about my business
The way I make it flip like a gymnast
Greatness keep it cooking like a cymest
In the kitchen wit the flame on can
A witness yeah
Been on my grizzy like Memphis but im from the mitten Gun Ru bruh
Finessin so serious my lyrics make'em lean like drank from them 2 cups
Lil weeziana wit the flow mane
400° wit the propane
Bass kicking to the chest like lu kang
Carrying my cross gatta let'em know who reign woah
Turnt up how we do thangs
In the wip burning rubber in my own lane
I'm an animal to wild to tame
Placing the game at the bottom of the food chain
Cuz ima hot boy....ima hot boy...yeah, ima hot boy, yeah, cuzI'm hot boy
Made alive in the Son that should tell you enough yeah
Cuz I'm hot boy!
Chillin outside wit my tank top on
And some Thong sandles iain playin wit'em
Island boy swagga finna catch a heat stroke how I'm hott I ain'tplayin wit'em
Made alive in the Son that should tell u enough, ima hot boy homie I ain't playin wit'em
Cuz ima Hot boy, yeah...IMA HOT BOY!
Looking at'em wit the stale face
Church fan on me gatta wave it cuz I'm hott boy
N no I ain't bragging ain't boasting I'm jus doing what I love tell me how I'm suppose to not boy
Fresh about the rock boy
Ima let the beat stop boy
Gimmie the mic and I wreck it
Reflecting perfection
Flexing on the perspective of a HOT BOY
Turn up!
Cuz Ima hot boy...
A pit bull wit no chain
4 against 5 so gang
Jump shot for the championship ring woah
Many gon hate dats jus what it is
I got many blessings coming my way
Same ol swagg wit a new sound
Prayed up let'em know we ain't playin around
Now they wanna peep game
Real recognize real when it comes to dis rap thang
16's full of truth now
Recognize I got the juice now
Cuz ima hot boy....ima hot boy...yeah, ima hot boy, yeah, cuzI'm hot boy
Made alive in the Son that should tell you enough yeah
Cuz I'm hot boy!
Know I be about my business
The way I make it flip like a gymnast
Greatness keep it cooking like a cymest
In the kitchen wit the flame on can
A witness yeah
Been on my grizzy like Memphis but im from the mitten Gun Ru bruh
Finessin so serious my lyrics make'em lean like drank from them 2 cups
Lil weeziana wit the flow mane
400° wit the propane
Bass kicking to the chest like lu kang
Carrying my cross gatta let'em know who reign woah
Turnt up how we do thangs
In the wip burning rubber in my own lane
I'm an animal to wild to tame
Placing the game at the bottom of the food chain
Cuz ima hot boy....ima hot boy...yeah, ima hot boy, yeah, cuzI'm hot boy
Made alive in the Son that should tell you enough yeah
Cuz I'm hot boy!
Chillin outside wit my tank top on
And some Thong sandles iain playin wit'em
Island boy swagga finna catch a heat stroke how I'm hott I ain'tplayin wit'em
Made alive in the Son that should tell u enough, ima hot boy homie I ain't playin wit'em
Cuz ima Hot boy, yeah...IMA HOT BOY!
Looking at'em wit the stale face
Church fan on me gatta wave it cuz I'm hott boy
N no I ain't bragging ain't boasting I'm jus doing what I love tell me how I'm suppose to not boy
Fresh about the rock boy
Ima let the beat stop boy
Gimmie the mic and I wreck it
Reflecting perfection
Flexing on the perspective of a HOT BOY
Turn up!
Cuz Ima hot boy...
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