HotShit
Lyrics
On the microphone I spit that hot shit always
Looking for a come up I do it my own way
I be in the lab working hard the money made
Money made money made
Working on these tracks killin shit like that ebola
Moving still in motion verses colder than a polar
Laughing at these niggas I can't even see the hate
Bitch I'm bout the chips and dip stacking frito lay
Rolling up extendos blowing bomb bay
You know my verses sick yo shit more like a common cold
Off my toes like a kangaroo damn fool when I'm in the booth
Mash the gas no stoppin thru on air like a parachute
Killin tracks that's what I do sick wit it like a cold and flu
Texas baby you know I'm coming thru
Texas baby you know I'm coming thru a fool
On the microphone I spit that hot shit always
Looking for a come up I do it my own way
I be in the lab working hard the money made
Money made money made
Bitch I'm all about my green mother nature shit
Slippin slidin down ya block you know I'm too legit
So much smoke feeling like a damn fog machine
Got that gas in my lungs and that promethazine green
Suit and tie shit that's how you know that I'm a boss
Takin trips to the bank secure the bag and then I'm out
Flip a couple pounds here drop a couple keys there
Its ms meka mutha fucka and you know that I don't care
I'm a boss made bitch hoe I'm the things of the things
Blow a cherry kiss to them haters all up on the seen whoo
On the microphone I spit that hot shit always
Looking for a come up I do it my own way
I be in the lab working hard the money made
Money made money made
On the microphone I spit that hot shit always
Looking for a come up I do it my own way
I be in the lab working hard the money made
Money made money made
Working on these tracks killin shit like that ebola
Moving still in motion verses colder than a polar
Laughing at these niggas I can't even see the hate
Bitch I'm bout the chips and dip stacking frito lay
Rolling up extendos blowing bomb bay
You know my verses sick yo shit more like a common cold
Off my toes like a kangaroo damn fool when I'm in the booth
Mash the gas no stoppin thru on air like a parachute
Killin tracks that's what I do sick wit it like a cold and flu
Texas baby you know I'm coming thru
Texas baby you know I'm coming thru a fool
On the microphone I spit that hot shit always
Looking for a come up I do it my own way
I be in the lab working hard the money made
Money made money made
Bitch I'm all about my green mother nature shit
Slippin slidin down ya block you know I'm too legit
So much smoke feeling like a damn fog machine
Got that gas in my lungs and that promethazine green
Suit and tie shit that's how you know that I'm a boss
Takin trips to the bank secure the bag and then I'm out
Flip a couple pounds here drop a couple keys there
Its ms meka mutha fucka and you know that I don't care
I'm a boss made bitch hoe I'm the things of the things
Blow a cherry kiss to them haters all up on the seen whoo
On the microphone I spit that hot shit always
Looking for a come up I do it my own way
I be in the lab working hard the money made
Money made money made
Writer(s): Tamika Parkerson, Terrence Parkerson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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