Hot lyrics

f/ Boobonic, Pusha T, Rosco P. Coldchain



[Chorus: Rosco P. Coldchain] + (Pharrell)

Hey `Rell this beat is.. (HOT!.. HOT!)

You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home

Without speaking you`ll give me your chain

I`m Da Vinci, don`t make me draw ya pain

They call me `Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain

Hey `Rell this beat is.. (HOT!)



[Verse 1: Pusha T]

It go hot waist - Desert taste

Four pounds of metal, triangle face

Hesi-tate - never, I`ll put hole in whoever

Don`t make Push` Russian Roulette ya

Gamble wit ya life

Change came from cocaine I`ve measured

White was the treasure, comfort was the steel

I pedal to the corner like a child on a big wheel

Flow more sicker, so much shake in the street

They measure my weight in Richter

Make no mistake, I rhyme for the public

But still I push weight that make the ghetto`s quake

By all means I`ve seen I`ve lived

By 22 years old, 50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmed

{*scratches* My dreams start over the stove

I ran over the globe and back again



[Chorus]



[Verse 2: Rosco P. Coldchain]

Y`all niggas really ain`t got a pot to piss in

Or a window to throw it out of

I`m filthy but you better believe I got over a stack in my pocket though

Iceberg on the seams of jeans? no!

I`m a Dickies and Timbs man, I`m not no Benz man

Delta `88 on rims man, wit mirror tint

And four of my most militant men whose trying to stay sucka free

That`s why they hang around me, cause I ain`t print

Left em for diamonds and pearls, I`m not no bitch

I choose a mack before that attached 100 shot clip

I scare the shit outta bank tellers so I can become rich

That`s how I make my living, I give em encouragement, "you`re doing great!"

Keep chillin while I`m flashing the glock in their face

I show em I can be appreciative, I tell em thanks for giving I`m sinning!

But the Lord knows I have three children

Now I`m somewhere in +Utah+ relaxing to +Jazz+ with a broad

Quarter mill in a stash, avoiding the law from far!



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Boobonic]

I`m starting wit the man in the mirror

Mask need to make that change

That real doe, that point something paper

Like a 4.6 on a Range, new shit {*scratches*

Look `Bonic really been through shit

Pay close attention when Boo` spit

Uh, lack `a that`ll get you hit

And don`t care who you`ll come back through with, been around

Nigga front like he want his car spun around

Window drop block pop spin around

Niggaz stand up looking for `em sit em down

And ya see em laid out

That`s why when I was young I stayed out

And plus being pussy ya niggaz is played out

I made means to get that cream

We all playas all they say is how you get that team



[Chorus]
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