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Hot (Nitin Randhawa Remix)
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Nitin Randhawa
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(You are watching a master at work) Wheezy outta here (Nitin Randhawa) Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot (Nitin Randhawa) Everything litty, I love when it's hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more millis, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call 'em chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies 'cause her pu**y pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cartier eye I'm the bossman in a suit but no tie I can't be sober, I gotta stay high Pour me somе syrup in a Canada Dry Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonniе and Clyde Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide The latest Mercedes her go-to surprise Don't sleep on miss lady, her pu**y a prize D**k in her back while I'm grippin' her sides Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size We really fly, we like pelican glide B*t*h, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life I told her to gargle and work on her highs Everything litty, I love when it's hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more millis, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call 'em chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies 'cause her pu**y pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cash, money, checks, cash Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos I just wanna f**k the b*t*h by myself I just pa**ed her to the dawg like my Sprite Now I could be the change that I wanna see I can heal the world for real if a n***a speaking honestly Nat Turner in my past life Bob Marley in my last life, back again Look in to the eyes of a young n***a Who survived against all the odds Look into the eyes of a young n***a Who's surprised to be alive I died 5 years ago, the game snatch a n***a’s spirit yo My resurrection was a miracle Cause still I rise, it's ill-advised to bet against him Raised in hell but heaven sent 'em, let 'em diss 'em Some n***as can't handle the truth Some n***as don't know they're slaves I forgive 'em cause I know their ways They see a black man shine First thing they do is throw their shade Word?—errr—I swerve like a Thunderbird on the curb Where the cops pursuing, I'm not just doing it N***as hate like if I make it ain't a spot for you in it Have to save the rap game cause I watched them ruin it So you can take my c*ck and chew on it C*ck sucker I'm a blockbuster Motion picture, flows consist of potent scriptures Known to rip a hole through them so-called dopest n***as Snatch your soul and pose for pictures, holding it Revenge of the Dreamers, so vindictive Back for more, that whack sh*t's over with For you n***as sleeping this is Folgers Crystals, wow In the form of a loaded pistol Bullets rude, they don't even say "Hello", just kiss you, blaow Burn in hell with a coat that fits you When you see the devil You can tell him Cole just sent you now Everything litty, I love when it's hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more millis, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call 'em chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies 'cause her pu**y pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock It's impossible to love it, if you don't come from it It's things that goes on, you just can't stomach I seen it all happen, but I ain't sayin' (Nada) Peep, 24/7 in the hood it's hot If you wanna fall through, get Top on the phone He don't pick up then it ain't bool Let you know it ain't good to stop That part, that part (That part) I'm a Watts n***a and we not kosher Sh*t, n***as only concern is the bottom line like a stockholder This is where they come, where they cop them boulders Hoes catfight with their t**s exposed Still sippin' on that Wild Irish Rose Still rock swap meet designer clothes (Ah!) Black MAC 11 in my mattress (Woo!) Make a hundred racks do a backflip (Woo!) Might go Uncle Luke on them hoes (Ho!) Pu**y pop for a bankroll (Yeah) All my killers with me got a blank face (Yeah) On that "F**k you, b*t*h, where the pay pay?" Make 'em pull up on your block with them 223s—aim it at your face, hey Movin' with the rock and the Glock concealers You either sellin' rock or you flock to get it You either on the watch or the clock is tickin' The life of my Watts and my Bompton n***as Get pinched, I'ma post a bond Know P.O.P. gon' hold it down, look Need cash, gotta get you some If a hater tell you money ain't everything He don't want you to get none So we thuggin' like DMX Bleed sh*t, PMS Point blank, period, meet me on the ES I'm fully with the BS, believe that! And we don't stress A .38 'til it free your chest Then PP on the PO's desk I'm Jay-Z in a blow out press Relate me to your blowout's best Can't hate me, I'm remote you're deaf I'm HD, causin' photo theft My AC antifreeze gotta—that part Hold your breath, I'm 8 feet when I hold this TEC Protect me from the local threats My ID say my eye don't rest My IV qualify T-rex Society kept my IQ vexed Denyin' me from an Ivy school Applyin' me to the street I slept I quietly had to hold this tool Reminding me of the block I repped The turf I stepped, the church and the earth I blessed The first I guessed the alert was the murk I chef That hearse the flirt with perks of a kill confessed Dispersed the worst, the first 48 addressed The search of laws and verse of the birth I nest The—uh, the awe, the curse of a pose in zest The good, the flaws, the pain to reverse what's left, uh Everything litty, I love when it's hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more millis, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call 'em chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies 'cause her pu**y pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Whoa, what do we have here? (Whoa) People want to know how we could be that weird How many hoes want to clean Mac's beard? (My beard) I kill flows, think I need that tear on a tattoo My b*t*h suck, she a vacuum (Let's go) F**k her in the a** every time I'm in a bad mood (Huh?) Ain't got a choice, no, she do it cause she have to I hit it raw while I'm listening to Papoose (Woo!) No respect, 'cause you wear a v-neck (Go) I mean stress, pressure that could even make Keith sweat (Woo!) I wish Narnia was on a GPS (I wish) I wish Rihanna was DTF (Man) I got rich with these rap songs (Songs) Bought a drug problem, now the cash gone (It's all gone) Album filled with all sad songs But this the one that I can laugh on Girl, shake that body, them a** and totties I want to see them cankles at my hotel lobby (No n***a, f**k you) B*t*h, why you so damn snobby? Your a** flatter than the back of my head I bought you dinner, now it's time to pay me back with some head Or I'ma have my little sister beat the back of your head I'm a grade-A d*****bag, I'm a d**khead A**hole area where my gooch sag Little momma got salty at me, she started talking tough So I called the Wolf Gang up, they start to bark it up Popped a hundred mollies, fifth of sherm, think I was sparking up A bottle of Zima, the Bimmer, I started parking up Seen my n***a, Mac, and he hopped in the back And then we jet to Fatburger, ordered some Big Macs (Motherf**ker) And b*t*h came with a gauge, and she wanted my fade (F**k you) But I'm a b*t*h-a** n***a so I say Cash, money, checks, cash Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos I just wanna f**k the b*t*h by myself I just pa**ed her to the dawg like my Sprite I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (Skrrt) I put the b*t*h in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (Skrrt) Ayy, man, this synthetic weed, you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah) I'm still double cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) I'm in the coupe by myself I had to kick a door when I was 5 Keep the awards on the shelf Whole sixteen round in the fire I'm sick and tired of these young n***as act like they firin', they tellin' these lies Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys Yeah, Cartier eyes Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch Cartier love, Cartier the thot Cartier specs, buffalo on the side Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah Cartier bag for the Cartier thot Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag Ain't no way I'ma ever gon' go out bad I can't go out, no way I'ma go out I just grip on her a** and I show out I sit like a champ and I wait on a hold-out I just whip up a new Chanel Patek I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out Turn the whole top floor to a w****house Hundred racks in ones, dude brought the flood out (Oh) Cash, money, checks, cash (Ooh, ah) Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos (Ooh) I just wanna f**k the b*t*h by myself (Ah) I just pa**ed her to the dawg like my Sprite (Ooh, it's lit) Hot like the 504 Boyz how I move through the lobby (Hot) Since '012, La Flame been hot just to show you the timeframe (La Flame) Hundred mil' down on my desk, but I'm still up deciding (Straight up) Match the M's in my account to the truck in my driveway (Skrrt, skrrt) I'm in that four-door by myself Know it's a hundred more n***as outside Know they gon' ride 'til the death (Ooh) Had some good years, ain't no way I get tired I gotta do what I feel Every day Super Bowl, f**k it, oh well I put a lot on myself In the field, Richard Mille on like Odell (Let's go) She slid her hand down my pants just to grab the torpedo (Doo-doo-doo) I had to go back and link with my slimes like I'm thirteen and zero (It's lit) I told her, "Baby, this not the remix, this a part of the sequel" (Part of the seq') No, we not livin' the same, we not makin' the same, we not equal (No), yeah, yeah, yeah Look, mom, I can fly Had some troubles, put that sh*t in the sky Brought the angels, know the devil would try It's so hot, you thought Paris Hilton done said it (Yeah, yeah) When we come out, we can't help but leave damage (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Afterparty, Astroworld out the planet (Yeah, yeah) Laid the map out, but they didn't understand it When I'm home, know that I f**k on a Grammy, yeah Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot, damn Hot, hot, hot, hot
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