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Ace Hood

Hot Nigga

 

Hot Nigga

(album: Body Bag 3 (Beast Mix) - 2014)


(Bodybag)
Beast!
Beast
Yeah

Yeah, it's true, I am a beat killer (You looking at the hottest of the hot niggas)
Summer time, but my Rollie still in late December
Niggas actin like some bitches, need to change genders
Know it's only popping, tell me why they wake the goblin up
Silence on the gun so we don't have to wake your daughter up
Way before the Tampa Bay, bitch I been chasing [?]
Tell me why they wanna throw a pebble at an armored truck
Looking at a 101, pussy, you ain't one of us
Make me get retarded like I'm riding on a short bus
Flexing on these niggas, oh I thought this was a warm up?
Tell'em shoot it up then double back, I call it karma
People pay attention, push a button for ignition
Dopest in the business, think I need some intervention
Soon as go to wacking, I'm a send him in detention
Clips like weaves, know they coming with extensions
Always on the hustle, bitches know I keep a cover
Sleep without a blanket, never know who under covers
Fuck her, never love her, wear a rubber, blow it back, yo
I'm super dope, I'm a walking trap house
Shouting out to Philly, free my nigga, tho
Soon as my nigga Fat Boy hit the turf, I got his envelope
Tell'em kiss ya ass, they can do that under mistletoe
Think its sweet then go aiming straight at your cantaloupe
Yeah you know I'm trained to blow, I got that halitosis flow
Jumping out the Lambo in sandals, I got that antidote
Hammer poking out of my pocket, it's like a camel toe
Gassing all these rappers, ya'll need to work at a Texaco
I ain't got no medals, I ain't got no medals
Pussy nigga sleepin, hit him up in his pajamas
I hit him up in his pajamas
I'm just tryna kick it, tell them bitches David Beckham
Ok, I'm bluffing, never love'm, got a question, is we fuckin'?
She addicted, David Ruffin, load the clip and watch it buffle (Bodybag)
I'm a hot nigga, someone tell that to the tan bed
If the beat was human, I would tell him he a dead man
Ain't no hope in wishing, Phantom Ghost through the Bentley
If he with the scissors, can't afford it with your bitching
Gone

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