Correction Lyrics Hottest In My City by Lil Bean

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The hottest in my city they gon' probably say it's us (Omega)
This Glock a 22, but I got 50 in the cut
Balencies in the trenches they gon' probably leave a scuff
He actin' like a b*t*h until that n***a dropping nuts
But bro be in his feelin's, he gon' pour 'em in his cup
Everytime I put this b*t*h in sport, I get a rush
I just want the head baby, I don't wanna f**k

Ay, if she broke then I'm leavin' (I'm leavin')
Demon, If a put the choppa, bet I squeeze it (Bet I squeeze it)
I could put a b*t*h from the blade
Till I run that bag up, I need 20 by the weekend (B*t*h)
Big Glock, what you n***as on? (N***as on)
If a n***a act up, we'll send him home (Gone)
I been pourin' up this drank, I been gettin' gone (Ouu)
Extended mag on a Glock, hit him in his dome (B*t*h)
Why these n***as talkin' like they on some? (B*t*h)
Keep it real, lil' n***a you ain't know nun (You ain't know sh*t)
If a n***a say it's smoke, better blow some (Ouu)
Couple shots hit a n***a with a ghost gun (Bow)
I could put a wig on a pig, make a gold walk fit
Got these money for them kids (Where them bands at?)
If a n***a says it's smoke, tote a sig
We'll smoke 'em like a cig, I'll bust a n***a lid (Understand that)
You ain't never felt that rush, when you caught a body (Ay)
We'll do a n***a sh*tty, like he on the potty (B*t*h)
All my n***as bangin' red, like a hot tamale (Ouu)
Back in 2012 n***a, I was sniffin' quality
Pistol on the table, that's a Desert Eagle
That'll have yo' whole family cryin' to the preacher
FN open doors, then I fold, meet the reaper
I don't need a crowd, I don't even like people (N***a)
Oh baby got her own, don't need mine, she a keeper (She a keeper)
Baby what's the number, I'm tryna know where I can reach you (Come here b*t*h)
My mans are gone, see this sh*t he on, but I peep it (Uh)
All these n***as clones, they just followin' the leader
I can make it rainin', I can make it snow (Ay)
N***a bet the pointers on my chain, how it glow (Ay)
Big Balenciagas on my toes, 44 (N***a)
I don't need the box, I'm finna wear 'em out the store (N***a)
Of course I'm stayin' damn rich, b*t*h I ride wit' it (I ride wit' it)
N***a take my chain, he gon' die wit' it (Bop, bop)
Same n***a by myself if I'm with nine n***as (Nine n***as)
You hatin' on the side, you right behind n***a (B*t*h a** n***a)
When I hear these beats, I sit back and reminisce (Reminisce)
If I don't text her back, my new b*t*h gon' throw a fit (Damn)
And he never shot a gun, he wasn't ready for the kick (Bop)
My n***a caught a body, he ain't trippin', he gon' sit (Ay)
I gotta keep a gun even though it ain't safest (Nah)
I can say two words to the b*t*h, she gon' get naked (Ay)
Before you take off all your clothes, you gotta pay me (Ay)
She don't even know me, she gonna do it 'cause I'm famous (N***a)
The coldest in my city you know me, I'm finna bust
This Glock a 26 and I got 30 in the cut
I got Fendi in the trenches, baby girl she wanna f**k
I was f**king on this b*t*h, until a n***a bust a nut
Lil' brodie in his feelings, he gon' pour another cup
Every time I'm sendin' hits, you know a n***a get a rush
I just want the head baby, I don't wanna f**k (B*t*h)

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