Fresh. Slim, Baby. Hot Boys. Hot Boys in this bitch. Check it out. Turk: Niggas steady getting chopped Losin they life behind stupid shit Ain't that
Traducción: Hot Boys. Game Spittin '.
me out on the dance floor I'm tryin' to get it twirly on the dance floor Everything remains the same, might spit-talk to it Then "Change The Game", might
me My throwback game is whiffle wicked Saint Patty's day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n Jersey oh we with the matchin' new wear fitted White boys
not slip, Ice Road Truckers, Light pole barrel, chopper stupid long, New Orleans nigga, I get super Dome, Loyal to the game, the game been good to me, Still spittin
I'm 18 in a S550 platinum on 22 inches Dem haters say they gon' back me tell dem haters come get wit me I'm finna run da game, these other rappers lame
real down ladies Want these lame ass busters to stop Stop tryin' to holler when I told you about 'em And the game that you're spittin' ain't hot All
real down ladies Want these lame ass busters to stop Stop tryin to holler when I told you about 'em And the game that you're spittin ain't hot All my
like when your body get caught on rotor's When I snap like strings through boat motors My kitchen fridge look like Jeffery Dahmer's Boys screamin' for
They said a country boy, came through and then changed the game If you what you got ain't hot then check your flame If what you spittin' ain't hittin'
a classic, any nigga Ever had beef with, son is a bastard Anytime I spit, spit acid, L O X Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered I told you
to stand up on this one D Boys, this a gangsta party Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo Gotti [Hook: Yo Gotti] All my hot girls bop for me Go 'head
the king of the d leaving these niggas slept butt ass naked like they was sleepin' with me you little bad mouth faggit ass lil' boys I was bustin' 7'
by no boy Your food look just right I'ma eat your porridge Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no storage I kid you not I spit too hot to diss
Oh, militainment, oh, militainment, oh, militainment Come on, militainment, oh, militainment This one is the hot one Militainment, ay yo, militainment
Oh, oh (Millitainment, millitainment) Oh, come on (Millitainment, millitainment) Oh, this one is the hot one (Millitainment, millitainment) Aiyyo (Millitainment
down Venom spit regurgitate death scripts I sound Cylinder never python, Prevail Madchild Physical justice can't rush this for now Move faker the game
cash, shit is hot Smash whips on the Interstate, we dash on the cops It's them dudes, drug slingers, 1-6, ooh Crime figure, rhyme spitter, his gun spit
