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DJ 600 V - I´m a H.O.T.B.O.Y Lyrics



DJ 600 V - I´m a H.O.T.B.O.Y Lyrics




[ Featuring Ron-G ]

I had jack them hotboys for this god damn beat
Cuzz I needed an earthshaker, get you up on yo feet
I saw the last time I tried to give you some of my skeet
You muthaf*ckas wasn't ready for me, well bitch, get ready for G
Cuzz I'm back, and I'm gone give you my verse
Gangsta shit that keep banging so damn hard that it hurts
Pimping, that's gone be tipping yo girl right out her skirt
And have her banging with her partner over who doing me first
Cuzz I can't help that I'm a fly guy
Straight up the staple for fable bitches, that's looking for some dicking, I'm the right guy
Gone head and try guy, but you can't do like I can
Cuzz I'm the muthaf*cking man of every night guy'
Can't help the way a nigga shining so bright
And how I'm pleasing to yo lil momma's eye, cuzz I'm so tight
A soldier, damn right, show yo ass ice
And shoes wrapped in Perelli's on a Chevy so nice

Cuzz I'm a H.O.T.B.O.Y.
Bringing that hot toy
Dropping a swagger so pimping, it be like hot joy
Hook continued
Just let the record keep spinning, I'll rock the spot boy
From the streets to the radio it never stop boy

I challenge any muthaf*cka, think they ready for war
Don't get yo face smashed up, and brain spilled on the floor
While I step with yo hoe, cuzz only God knows
What's brewing off in my head, before you noticed me, dog
I bet you probably thinking, yo, this nigga ain't big
I bet can't take a hit, I bet he cry like a bitch
But as soon as you cross that line, you'll see how quick I'm gone flip
Popping tops off of clips, aiming hot shit at you lips
What I speak is basic game, where I'm from it strange
To see niggas walking round with guns, big enough to shoot down planes
Everybody thinking we crazed, deranged, and insane
But I'm repping that STL, until they bury me, man
Cuzz my streets carried me man, thru the war of the f*cking struggle
Reinforced me real, so that a nigga won't buckle
You thinking you can hang, but thinking that you got trouble
Cuzz my soldiers do nothing but train, to reduce you to rubble

Cuzz I'm a H.O.T.B.O.Y.
Bringing that hot toy
Dropping a swagger so pimping, it be like hot joy
Hook continued
Just let the record keep spinning, I'll rock the spot boy
From the streets to the radio it never stop boy

Cuzz I'm a H.O.T.B.O.Y.
Bringing that hot toy
Dropping a swagger so pimping, it be like hot joy
Hook continued
Just let the record keep spinning, I'll rock the spot boy
From the streets to the radio it never stop boy
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I had jack them hotboys for this god damn beat
Cuzz I needed an earthshaker, get you up on yo feet
I saw the last time I tried to give you some of my skeet
You muthaf*ckas wasn't ready for me, well bitch, get ready for G
Cuzz I'm back, and I'm gone give you my verse
Gangsta shit that keep banging so damn hard that it hurts
Pimping, that's gone be tipping yo girl right out her skirt
And have her banging with her partner over who doing me first
Cuzz I can't help that I'm a fly guy
Straight up the staple for fable bitches, that's looking for some dicking, I'm the right guy
Gone head and try guy, but you can't do like I can
Cuzz I'm the muthaf*cking man of every night guy'
Can't help the way a nigga shining so bright
And how I'm pleasing to yo lil momma's eye, cuzz I'm so tight
A soldier, damn right, show yo ass ice
And shoes wrapped in Perelli's on a Chevy so nice

Cuzz I'm a H.O.T.B.O.Y.
Bringing that hot toy
Dropping a swagger so pimping, it be like hot joy
Hook continued
Just let the record keep spinning, I'll rock the spot boy
From the streets to the radio it never stop boy

I challenge any muthaf*cka, think they ready for war
Don't get yo face smashed up, and brain spilled on the floor
While I step with yo hoe, cuzz only God knows
What's brewing off in my head, before you noticed me, dog
I bet you probably thinking, yo, this nigga ain't big
I bet can't take a hit, I bet he cry like a bitch
But as soon as you cross that line, you'll see how quick I'm gone flip
Popping tops off of clips, aiming hot shit at you lips
What I speak is basic game, where I'm from it strange
To see niggas walking round with guns, big enough to shoot down planes
Everybody thinking we crazed, deranged, and insane
But I'm repping that STL, until they bury me, man
Cuzz my streets carried me man, thru the war of the f*cking struggle
Reinforced me real, so that a nigga won't buckle
You thinking you can hang, but thinking that you got trouble
Cuzz my soldiers do nothing but train, to reduce you to rubble

Cuzz I'm a H.O.T.B.O.Y.
Bringing that hot toy
Dropping a swagger so pimping, it be like hot joy
Hook continued
Just let the record keep spinning, I'll rock the spot boy
From the streets to the radio it never stop boy

Cuzz I'm a H.O.T.B.O.Y.
Bringing that hot toy
Dropping a swagger so pimping, it be like hot joy
Hook continued
Just let the record keep spinning, I'll rock the spot boy
From the streets to the radio it never stop boy
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Writer: Sebastian Imbierowicz, Ronald Walls
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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