Coming Wit It lyrics

f/ Ms. Tee



(Ms. Tee)

Yeah, fa sho, Hot Boys,

P-N-C, uh,

Prime Time,

Misdemeanor, uh,

Kangol,

Dejon, got it goin` on,

Hot Boy, Gert-Town hounds,

Yeah, fa sho,

Representin`

P-N-C



First Verse (Ms. Tee):



I want me a hot nigga,

That`s not afraid to pull the trigger,

I want one with big nuts,

That`s not afraid to give it up,

A Hot Boy that got game,

A Hot Boy that got a name,

I want one that love to bang,

Someone I can fuck and change,

I want me a soldier,

That`s why I`m lookin` in that Nolia,

Off top, you thought I forgot?

I want a Gert-Town nigga in a drop top,

So you know, I wanna get blowed,

And fuck with them niggas outta Holly Grove,

Calliope niggas be creepin`,

Better watch them hot niggas when they sneakin`



Chorus (Ms. Tee):



They some, Hot Boys, rollin` in the city,

Ridin` round town and you know they comin` wit it

They some, Hot Boys, rollin` in the city,

Ridin` round town and you know they comin` wit it

They some, Hot Boys, rollin` in the city,

Ridin` round town and you know they comin` wit it

They some, Hot Boys, rollin` in the city,

Ridin` round town and you know they comin` wit it



Second Verse (Prime Time):



Should`ve heard them clowns sang "Put your solja rag up",

Should have heard them hounds sang "Put them mole rag up",

But I mean what the fuck I say,

And I mean what the fuck I mean,

Always do the job clean with the uzi machine,

But I`m tough in the clutch,

I`m a Bad Boy like Poppa and Puff,

On a job like Starsky and Hutch,

Steady playin` hatin` us, better get your shit tight,

Better learn how to write and stop out`chea tryin` to bite,

Steady dealin` with the hype,

But not tonight I`m bustin` loops,

But I choose I use, cuz I can`t get bruised,

But ask somebody that know they say Prime is a fool,

I choose to be a fool to take you bitches to school,

Since you a Hot Boy, off top I know you not,

You thinkin` V.L.`s the shit?

You must be on donuts and dicks,

My clique we be hella thick,

And let that K spit bitch,

Gettin` rowdy?I doubt it,

Prime Time and I`m out it



Chorus
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