Troy Ave

Troy Ave - Hot Out songtekst

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Look at the degrees, it say 90 but it feel like 100

I'm hot boy, to it, who you think they talk to

The bad bitches, the mad niggas, that's who my gun for

Blast stitching and blast thinner, they both down for

Five on the hippie, five in the whippy

Me and seven in the seven cities, would you bet me

And two friends yelling no new friends

Giving them D, breaking in dope, cool love end for the week shift

Barbeque on the block, too dope for beaches

My ' features sun kiss, orange G shit, pull back top when the ill black jock

Oh, that's my homey J, yo, put away that Glock

My shooters be ready and deadly, I trained them well

My women be plenty and friendly, they kiss, don't tell

The fish gonna fry itself in the kitchen, we moving on up

Free all my niggas from they cells, boy on commission



Ball players, swag, inside out, bunch of fly bitches outside when it's hot out

90 degrees, only right I bring the drop out, slipping please

You know I'm here with the black out

Moving on white like Jesus, ice, no freezers

Niggas can't see us and the girls wanna freak us

Summertime trill, yeah, I'm coming out the speakers

Out there, find me on the block, getting mine up



I made it, classic moves and classic shoes

With a Cuban linked on, that's some classic jewels

My homie Yankee pulled the red Porsche on the boat up

And the girls want the call, yeah, we like, show, show

But we got all sorts, black, white, Asian and Spanish girls

At the la marina look amazing, the navy gazing, we blazing

Playing, spazzing, and johnny pump open, hold it down, don't spray her

Mammy with the polka, water gun, see her soaked up

But only we her hair if you paying to do it over

'Cause chicks get mad and trip like six flags

High rollers, no coasters, fill the cups, place cash on the floor

Dice games for twenty or more

No ass bet, just ice cheddar, it's the allure of the streets

Mixed in with the heat in this jungle of concrete I got soul for cheap, word



Ball players, swag, inside out, bunch of fly bitches outside when it's hot out

90 degrees, only right I bring the drop out, slipping please

You know I'm here with the black out

Moving on white like Jesus, ice, no freezers

Niggas can't see us and the girls wanna freak us

Summertime trill, yeah, I'm coming out the speakers

Out there, find me on the block, getting mine up



Summertime, summer grind, some will know, some will shine

I'm just getting money representing for the streets

Summertime, summer grind, some will know, some will shine

I'm just getting money representing for the streets

Summertime, summer grind, some will know, some will shine

I'm just getting money representing for the streets
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