Yung Dray & Lil Lo

Yung Dray & Lil Lo - Hottest lyrics

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[Verse 1 – Lil Lo]
Hottest out the oven, meltin' through the pan holders
My fame brewing, boiling like a cup of Folger's
On The Rise the foundation, no Make-A-Wish
Gettin' money, fuck the beef shit
If it's beef, I like it deep-dish
Make a call, the guns, equipped
Terminate 'em
Rats talkin' but soon get exterminated
I'm losing patience, keep it real, ain't with the hatin'
My tongue disintegrated, came back, regenerated
As far as the beat, no hope, incinerated
Ya ears, I'm penetrating
Spit raw, no condom on
Stacking paper, living large, uh
King Kong
Ding dong, I'm ringing at fame's doors
One song pop up, then plenty more, cancer spores
My lyrics stuck in other realms, spiritual
On The Rise Entertainment, who the fuck are you?

[Chorus – Lil Lo]
Hottest out the south, haters run they mouth
I come around, I don't hear what the drama 'bout
Hottest out the south, haters run they mouth
Money talks, I don't hear what they talkin' 'bout
Hottest out the south, haters run they mouth
If it's beef, I suggest you don't go that route
Hottest out the south, haters run they mouth
On The Rise Entertainment, what the talk about, uh

[Verse 2 – Yung Dray]
Nigga welcome to my slaughterhouse
You can take the martyr route
Been single for a while but the sniper take ya daughter out
Hotter than the Carter drought
Nigga what you talkin' 'bout?
It's On The Rise Ent. excel in everything you're 'bout
Harder than a cinderblock, my wood up in your sister's mouth
She gobble for an hour, I devour, when I dip she pouts
Fully loaded clip so I suggest you take a different route
A shark in the water, you niggas nothing but trout
Slow it down for the non-believers, and false preachers
My flow is so miraculous you'd think that it was Jesus
Pause
Now you're barely breathing, and bullets in your fetus
OTR we're at the top and all the rest are underneath us
They got me on the defense
I switch clips, chopper sounding like a sequence
Nigga eat this
Throw 'em overboard, leave a nigga seasick
Disposed of all the evidence
Haven't seen 'em ever since

[Chorus – Lil Lo]
Hottest out the south, haters run they mouth
I come around, I don't hear what the drama 'bout
Hottest out the south, haters run they mouth
Money talks, I don't hear what they talkin' 'bout
Hottest out the south, haters run they mouth
If it's beef, I suggest you don't go that route
Hottest out the south, haters run they mouth
On The Rise Entertainment, what the talk about, uh

[Lil Lo]
Uh
What the talk about, uh
On The Rise Entertainment, what the talk about, uh
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