I M A Hot Boy lyrics

f/ B.G.



[B.G.]

I take drama as far as it could go

I ain`t no ho

That is something u would wanna know

I get loose as a goose

When beef in my presence

i`m a hot boy fa`sho

Nigga a living legend

I straight creep if I get beef with ya

They got T-shirt waiting on yo fucking picture

Yo head leak like water drippin from a faucet

Cause I was in the hospital

Yo wootay these niggas think I lost it

But I`m still a head busta

Run with straight real niggas

That`s a fatigue nigga

So this the deal with ya

All about cash daddy

Face behind the mask daddy

Choppers with 50 in em`

Ready to blast daddy

Duck or get down nigga

Bounce or get bounce nigga

U on side of a milk carton

Can`t be found nigga

Take it how u wanna

Bring how u feel

Take in blood nigga you get it how u live



Chorus: ( Juve)

Where the villian be

That`s where I`ll stand

I`m comming with autilary

Up in my hand

I`m showing u bitches the reason I`m the man

I`m stopping u hoes from breathing u understand



Verse 2: ( B.G)

It don`t stop

It want stop

My glockon safety

Cock if you get shot

Don`t get shocked

Cause you are aware of my actions

U know I that U heard of me

And that`s a fact son

I`m bout whatever u bout nigga allday

I`m 100% thug

U wont`t trigga play

It`s all gravy let`s handle it

I get scandalous

I call baby it`s confusion

Army tool we using

He beep me back

We clicking up we set up

A dangerous mob

Once u wet up

No getting up

That`s how it is

I hustle for my G`s

Over hundred G`s

Stun`n with versace

It`s straight soldiers ree`s

And soldiers rags, soldiers hats,

Soldiers jackets nigga we bustin` soldiers pants

We wanna go all the way out

And thug?????

Uptown my stumpping ground we camflouge down



(chours)



Verse 3: If you aint bout no paper

I ain`t fucking with ya

U outta line

I`m gon flip ya

B.g toten big pistol

U know I represent

Full of that dope behind lime tint

Mercedes what I`m in

We steal is a lil hint

That u murder if you flinch

6feet in where u sent

My occupation consist

Putting momma on the front bench

My click is often dangerous

If they caught to hang with us thug with us

Cause trust if u outside ain`t no love with us

Where I`ll be all my rounds fucking down

And that`s dat UPT

U ain`t gotta hide you get down

But it all good

U get dirty I get dirty

We all hood U be slurgin I be slurgin

In the 929 fullu loaded sitting on chrome

I`m hot boy that need a hot girl to take home

I aint` gone bone light

On dat dope dick

I know you heard that we go all night

Yo girl ?????? say B.G. ain`t right



Chorus til end
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